Clumsy

"What did she do now?" Imogen asked Mama when she closed the door to the infirmary. Shrugging, Mama and Imogen walked out to see the chaos unfold. They saw Mrs. Kimberly hold the sides of her long blue dress, lifting it with both her hand to make it easier for her to run. Then she took one hand off the hem of her dress and screamed out a spell that gave a direct hit to Turilla.

"Imogen dear, after taking Turilla to the nurse's office to heal that wound, two have to go downtown to the tailors and collect your clothes for tomorrow. Mr. Livid said that he's done with the clothes." Mama said to Imogen while they watched Mrs. Kimberly use her magic to punish Turilla.

"Ok. By the way Mama, why can't Mrs. Kimberly fly?" Imogen asked the plump lady who was laughing at the sight of both Mrs. Kimberly and Turilla.

"Ahh, well Sometimes we may have the abilities to acquire a skill but fail to grasp it." She replied smiling less and having a sad look in her eyes; pity was written all over her face.

Shocked to see the bright, smiling caregiver show a face of sadness and sympathy was a first to the young girl. Making sure the shock on her face wasn't shown, Imogen quickly turned away and faced the hilarious fight between the other caregiver and her best friend.

Coming back rubbing her back that was hit, Turilla said "Imo, take me to the nurse's office, please. It huuuuurrrrrtttttsssssss."

Chuckling at the sight of her best friend, Imogen lent her a shoulder to lean on as they slowly made their way to the infirmary.

"Mrs. Kimberly is sooooo meaaaaannnnnnnn." Turilla said dragging her words while she leaned on Imogen and kept rubbing her back.

"Nurse Mariee, I'm back again," Turilla said opening the sliding doors to nurse Mariee's workstation.

Near the corner, the bed was a circular, gigantic window with an equally big white, translucent curtain that fluttered whenever a light wind passed through. In the front of it was a lady not too dark not too fair, sitting on a high stool looking out at the view beyond that she adore with the summer wind.

Sleeping on the bed was a little blonde boy about ten years of age, his silky, soft hair danced with cool breeze. There was a cast on his leg that went all the way up to his knee. The poor blonde boy seemed to be having bad dream; he kept twisting and turning on top the bed much larger than he was.

Noticing the two girls near the front door nurse Mariee redirected her attention the beautiful summer view to the two equally pretty girls. Walking over to them she said "Turilla, how many days in row has it been now." Putting the hand that she wasn't holding Imogen with, Turilla rubbed the back of her neck and gave out a sheepish laugh.

"A week or so I think." She said to the older woman who kept scanning Turilla before she showed the pink-haired girl the empty bed for her to lie on.

While Mariee tended to Turilla, Imogen went over to Samuel to see if the younger was doing better than he was before. She sat on a low stool that was so short it was kept under the clinic bed.

"And I see that your hair is still pink." The nurse said chuckling at her remark. "Seems to me it didn't move an inch since last month. Quite unusual unlike normal hair tinting."

"Haha, unlike a normal coloring tint this was a potion," Turilla said as she kept laughing while lying on her stomach for Mariee to see the hurt spot.

"So what happened this time?" Mariee asked. "Dropped another potion? Delivered the wrong letters to the wrong addresses without permission? Or was it making a mess with your spelling or somewhere in the chapel?"

"No, I wanted to take a look at the pastor's book, I asked permission first though. Then I accidentally knocked down his favorite globe that his wife left for him before she died. Mrs. Kimberly yelled at me for dropping it but she fixed it back." She said burying her face inside the pillow that was on top of the bed.

"Wait which pastor?" Ms. Mariee questioned nervously. Mariee was almost done with the massage. Rolling back Turilla's top she waited for her answer.

With a sigh, Turilla replied "Pastor Mirvilton." Slamming her face back into the pillow she continued "He's still crying."

"Oh, my. I thought maybe it was Pastor Charles. He's the only other who lost his wife. If it was him maybe you would have gotten away with Mrs. Kim." Mariee said helping the girl sit up straight. "Mrs. Kim doesn't like pastor Charles as much."

"I did apologize but then he started crying while saying that it wasn't a problem when IT CLEARLY WAS." She said screaming the last bit.

Hitting her on the head with a 'BoNk' sound Mariee said "This is a clinic! Be quiet you aren't the only one here."

"I'm sorry nurse Mariee." She said apologizing. "Hey, Imo Let's go?" She continued in a whisper since she noticed her best friend caressing Samuel's blond silky hair while he slept without a care in the world.

"Yeah, I'm coming," She said getting up slowly and saying a soft 'goodbye' to Samuel. Putting the short stool back to where it belonged, Imogen walked quickly to her best friend's aid.

"Thank you, Ms. Mariee. I can't feel the pain anymore." Turilla said giving a hug to the tall lady in a lab coat.

"You girls be careful now. Oh! And good luck with the test tomorrow." She said walking the two younger girls to the sliding doors.

"Thank you Ms. Mariee." Imogen said.

Walking away from the nurse's room Imogen who was still holding Turilla's hand said " Oh yea, before I forget. Mama told me to tell you that the two of us have to go downtown to the tailors to get our clothes for tomorrow."

"I almost forgot about the event that is happening tomorrow." Turilla said face palming.

"Let's go then. Mariee used her healing spell to get rid of the pain. So I am all better." She said with her signature grin.