<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> Noon<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<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/>Jake couldn’t help but notice the way Miss Schmidt flushed after she jumped. Yeah…she was flustered, though it didn’t really faze him to see her like that. It was understandable after what had transpired.<br/>After setting up the IV, Jake observed the patient for a moment. She appeared okay, but he still didn’t really have any idea what had transpired. He wished that among his Mutant abilities, he at least had an ability that could help her in some way… His instinct from training was to check her for bruising or abrasions, but she was still fully-clothed, and he didn’t think it would go over well for him to be examining her.<br/>Miss Schmidt’s query snapped him out of his haze. `Guess amidst everything that had happened that day, he was way out of synch at this point, and it was showing…<br/>His mouth dropped open a bit, “Uhhh… Sorry. How do you mean…?” He instinctively pretended to not know what she was referring to as a pathetic attempt at a stall-tactic.<br/></span></span><br/></span></span>