<strong>Campus Health Services and Clinic</strong><br/><br/>Linda glanced up with a smile, either not noticing or politely ignoring the mistake of her name.  "I'll send in the first patient, Ms. Hart."  She seemed more interested, though, with dealing with the incoming students at the moment than making a proper acquaintance.<br/><br/>From there, everything quickly turned into a deluge of patients to be handled.  Although Angelia wasn't the only nurse working, there were more than enough students who needed to be checked over and categorized for the resident physician.  For many students, the matter was simple heat exhaustion; not many of them were used to the tropical climate.  A couple had sprained limbs, or poison ivy from wandering off into the woods, but nothing was overly serious just yet.  Strangely, poison ivy wasn't supposed to grow in tropical climates, but that was a matter to look into for later.<br/><br/>The next girl on the list to come in was caked with dirt, her cheeks gently flushed with her breath still coming in soft pants.  Her shirt and shorts had various tears from what looked like running past brambles through the forest, with a couple twigs and dirt stains marking her body.  It wasn't her physical appearance that was marking, though, but her mental state.  She seemed stunned, in shock, as though someone had simply sent her over to the clinic and she wasn't in any condition to argue or think for herself.  Although she took a seat, her eyes immediately darted for the window in caution.