<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">N<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">R<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">OLE IN <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">T<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">IME OF <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">L<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">T<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/>Jake nodded at Miss Schmidt’s gesture, and moved in to take the girl’s blood pressure.<br/>He wrapped the pad around the girl’s arm, and caught himself looking into her eyes once it was on. He caught himself, looked away and back again, and said, “Hi,” in a low voice. He took another rattled breath as the blood pressure machine did it’s thing and grimaced at the girl.<br/>When it completed, he unstrapped it, grabbed a nearby pen-light, and said, “I just need to check your eyes.” He moved in, close to the girl’s face, shined the pen-light in her left eye, and said in a low voice, “<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">k, can you just follow the light…?</span>” He moved the pen-light back-and-forth and up-and-down, then switched eyes and did the same thing. At the end of it, he just stared into her eyes for a moment.<br/>The girl thought she saw something in his eyes… Something like his pupils…`flickering’… Like they were made of liquid for a moment or something. It may have just been a trick of the pen-light shining in her eyes.<br/>Jake caught himself again, cleared his throat and moved away.<br/>When Miss Schmidt asked about her blood-pressure, Jake nodded and said, “Yeah, she’s good.” He grabbed a nearby water bottle, grimaced, and handed it to the girl as though to insist she drink it. “Oh, my name’s Jake by the way.”<br/></span></span></span></span>