As they entered the infirmary, the soft, calming scent of herbal remedies and fresh bandages filled the air.
Miss Seacole looked up from her desk, her warm smile quickly fading as she noticed Aiden's injured wrist. She stood up and immediately made her way over to them.
"Oh my," she muttered, glancing between the group. "What happened to your wrist?"
Aiden winced slightly as he held it out for her inspection, feeling the pain throb with every movement. "I fell earlier. I stopped myself from falling down the stairs, but I think I might've sprained it."
Miss Seacole nodded, her brows furrowing in concern. "A sprain, yes. You're lucky you didn't do more damage. Everyone else, please wait outside for a moment."
The group hesitated for a moment, exchanging unsure glances. Amihan opened her mouth to protest, but Miss Seacole gave her a reassuring look.
"Don't worry, it'll just be a quick check. I'll have him out in no time, I promise."