<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Infirmary</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Crappyinfirmary-1.png)<br/><br/>Chairs are circles, the line separating the beds from the rest of the office is the tarp.</div></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Dorm B1 -&gt; Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Isoke, Zitka, Nurse?</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was just as Tyson had expected. The trip from the second floor dorms to the first floor was a hell all its own. Descending the stairs had been quite the pain, both literally and metaphorically. Having to hold onto someone while climbing own the stairs was cumbersome, and even the slightest misplaced step could've sent the whole lot of them tumbling. It definitely wouldn't have been good for them. Tyson and Zitka's conditions would've worsened, no doubt, and Isoke himself could've possibly gotten seriously injured. Thankfully, however, the group made it with little to no issue. But the trip wasn't through there, and the idea of continuing made Tyson groan in annoyance and anticipation of the painful trip. He continued on, though, with Isoke leading the way. Tyson, hadn't a clue where he was going, of course, and merely let the man lead the way. They passed through several hallways along the route, traveling far from the dormitory wing, but not too far from the main entrance of the school. When they reached the final hallway, they passed by several doors. 'COUNSELOR', 'STAFF ROOM', 'RECORDS.' Soon enough, they arrived at a door with a window, the glass marked with large, white letters that spelled out 'INFIRMARY' in the same manner that marked many of the other rooms. Tyson blinked a bit, staring at the door, and then turned to Isoke. Even in such bad condition, he found it in him, this time, to make a comment and flash a grin. "I think.we found it.." He slowly unhooked his arms from around Isoke and grabbed the doorknob, confident he could enter on his own. "Thanks for the help..seriously."<br/><br/>Before the student could stop him, He pushed the door open as best he could, and forced himself into the room, leaning against the door and wincing sharply. The Infirmary looked incredibly...normal. Like so many other nurse's offices he'd seen on tours of some of his old schools. A desk awaited them not far from the entrance to the infirmary, with several chairs (http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u58/chair.jpg) lined up in against the walls in front of the desk. There was even a room behind the desk (http://www.healthcaredesignmagazine.com/sites/healthcaredesignmagazine.com/files/archive/www.healthcaredesignmagazine.com/Media/PublicationsArticle/076_HCD0711_ufig3.jpg), where he guessed the nurse kept their various medical supplies and such, and brought students in if they were in more critical condition. To his right, there was a large bathroom, which seemed fitting enough. What he wasn't used to seeing, however, was the long tarp that kept a large portion of the room hidden. He could see a bed or two (http://www.open.edu/openlearn/files/ole/ole_images/working%20&%20living/schools%20and%20classrooms/boarding-school-infirmary/a%20boarding%20school%20infirmary.jpg) through the open edge of it, however, and figured the tarp merely partitioned a resting area from those who passed by in the halls. Like just about everywhere else in the school, it's modern appearance was heavily juxtaposed with the foreboding exterior of the school. His observations were all made in seconds, however, as he slowly made his way through the tarp and sat himself on one of the beds. It still hurt..but it was much less painful than standing.<br/><br/>"Nurse?" He called out, looking around. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of her. In fact, the office seemed rather empty..as though nobody had even arrived yet. "Nurse..?!" He called out again with another sharp wince. He gently set Zitka on his lap, running a hand over her black fur. He was more worried about her than himself, in all honesty. He was hurt, but she was unconscious..<br/><br/>