<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Healing Arts Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Dewclaw, Professor T<br/><br/>It was probably incredibly childish of him, but there was a certain uplifting feeling in being praised for such a simple thing.  It was like being twelve again, and looking at the surprise and pride in his fathers' eyes when he popped his own shoulder back into place all on his own.  That his own team mates seemed to think it was cool that he managed it in one go put a little spring to his spirit, and he gave them both a grin and a salute as they both managed to get it right their first time.  The success of his team mates made him feel confident of their group, and he felt that they all had a good shot at being a great time together.  Idly, he wondered what some of the other teams were up to, and how they were faring.<br/><br/>Once the whole hands-on lesson time was over, Willum energetically left his chair to pick up whatever it was Professor T was handing out.  Taking it and going back to his seat, he examined the first aid kit and nodded to himself as he opened it up to take a look inside.  It was pretty rudimentary, and commonly available, but the stuff inside was pretty handy, and on more than one occasion, Willum had to crack one open and take care of another injury.  Training with his fathers was not meant for the weak of heart or frail of will, and he had accumulated a fair share of cuts and scrapes because of it.  The book looked like it would make for an interesting read, and just as a thing, Willum flipped through it to count how many naked pictures there were.<br/><br/>And it was a good thing that he felt motivated to go through it, because Professor T's announcement had him snap his eyes away from the pages and stare at the teacher for a moment.  Practice person?  Given that the teacher just dislocated shoulder more five times, he didn't want to find out what she had planned for next week.  Probably nothing lethal, but apparently she was also a believer in pain being a teacher.  Looking at his team mates, he gave them a faint smile and a shrug.<br/>"I guess this means we should start having some study-buddy time when classes are over.  Pain numbing medicine or not, I'm not double-jointed and I don't think I can go through something like that more than once in a day."