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[b][color=9e0b0f]Location;[/color][/b] Infirmary
[b][color=salmon]Interacting with;[/color][/b] Eachother[sub][@Lasrever][/sub]
[/center][hr]Amy couldn't help but wince a little as she shifted where she was sitting on the infirmary bed. The pain in her knee hadn't gotten any worse, but it definitely wasn't getting better either - a fact that she was reminded of every time she moved it. At least Lucas had helped her get here, even if he'd almost seemed to vanish as soon as she sat down. For someone so large and menacing he sure could disappear like it was nobody's business, although she could see where that kind of skill would be useful for a villain. Almost as useful as stamping on people's knees, probably.

Despite that thought, she wasn't actually that angry about it. Whether the state she was in had been deliberate or not on his part, she didn't feel like it was anything personal seeing as he'd stuck around to chat afterwards. It would have taken a lot longer for her to get any help if he wasn't around, that was for sure. Besides, she hadn't gone down easy. As she waited for someone to turn up, a small smile appeared on her face, despite her situation. It could always be worse.

[color=9e0b0f]“Okay so remember, the correct way to respond to an insult is-“[/color] Amelia never expected this much work when she volunteered as a nurse. Then again, if she could believe Dr. Thrope then the recent influx of students to the infirmary was rather new for her too. Apparently, Delphina students like a fight left and right. Which always results in at least one person getting hurt. Sadly it’s an innocent bystander half the time. “Turning the other cheek.” The fellow in the bed said with a tired groan. Though she couldn’t really blame him for groaning. As she has been trying to stamp it in his brain for the last half hour. With a smile as bright as the sun, she went towards one of the windows. It was getting rather warm inside and she wanted to push some fresh air through the infirmary. All the while she quietly [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jK-iHTjTTyY]sang along with a song[/url] she couldn’t get out of her head.

Only when she turned around did she notice Amy in the bed around the corner near the entrance. She looked surprised for a minute, not expecting another guest. Didn’t she hear the door? That was odd. [color=9e0b0f]“Oh, hi there! Sorry, I –euhm- didn’t really see you there.”[/color] Let’s hope she doesn’t take that as being rude. Still, with her almost trademark smile she walked over to the new girl, whom she recognized from somewhere. [color=9e0b0f]“So what can I help you with?”[/color]

Having zoned out a little bit, Amy looked slightly taken off-guard when Amelia first spoke to her and brought her back to reality. It wasn't like she'd been sitting around for that long, so she wasn't really annoyed about the wait. With a reassuring grin, she looked at the other girl. [color=salmon]"It's no problem honestly, not like I'm dying."[/color] It wasn't going to do her too much more damage, or at least she figured. With a gesture towards her knee she decided to start explaining herself, although was a little unsure of what to say. [color=salmon]"Well, um, someone sort of stamped on my knee. Nothing feels broken, but I really can't tell you much more than that... I guess I'm not used to this sort of stuff."[/color] she shrugged as she turned to look at Amelia.

[color=9e0b0f]“Huhn…”[/color] Both intrigued and confused Amelia walked up towards her new patient. Both trying to see what’s wrong and from where she knows the girl. Delphina’s generally don’t really stomp on knees. Fists are their preferred tool of fighting. And the way she explained it made it sound as if she wasn’t just collateral damage. Though, Dr. Thrope told her before that she shouldn’t pry too much into why people got hurt. Sometimes the reasons could be pretty embarrassing. An initial look told her something certainly went down. [color=9e0b0f]“Okay, so tell me if this hurts.”[/color] Amelia gently took Amy’s leg and started bending it slowly, focusing on both the knee and the girl’s face for any sign of pain

At first, Amy looked on a little curiously at what the girl was doing. It ached a little, but no more than it had when she was making her way to the infirmary. Wondering what the point of this was, Amy was about to question it when pain suddenly shot through her leg, making her go pale as a ghost. Eyes squeezed shut, she bit back more than a few choice words - instead settling for a frantic shake of her head and clenched fists to indicate that there was something wrong.

Amelia immediately let the leg spring back into its most comfortable state after which she mumbled a sorry. Then she started noticing how swollen the knees looks. That was definitely not okay. [color=9e0b0f]“Hold on, I’ll be right back.”[/color] True to her word, Amelia only vanished for a couple of seconds behind the corner and swiftly returned with a bag of ice. Which she gently put on the girl’s knee. [color=9e0b0f]“Sorry about that, just wanted to see if you could still bend your leg. Which you can. So that’s good.”[/color] Still looking left and right, trying to find some guide on knee injuries. Dr. Thrope would know what to do. But she was out again and she couldn’t really call her. So she had to make the call. Something she didn’t like. With a small hint of fear and uncertainty covered by lots of cheerfulness she said: [color=9e0b0f]“So, I got bad news and good news.”[/color] After that she just kept quiet, letting her new patient choose what they preferred to hear first. It was stereotypical almost.

Amy took a few seconds to get her breathing back under control as the pain faded back to the duller feeling of before. Once Amelia returned with the ice, she smiled a little, although it was a lot more strained than before. While she wasn't exactly thrilled with what just happened it didn't change that it probably had to be done, so she could get through it. Besides, there wasn't much reason to make the other girl's job harder if she actually wanted help with this. Amy had to admit, though, her delivery of the whole good news or bad news thing was almost strangely cheerful, like she was hiding something or other. After a second, she replied. [color=salmon]"Let's just start with the bad news. Gets it out of the way, right?"[/color] Despite herself, Amy laughed a little, trying to make the best of the situation.

Not the answer she really wanted. Delivering bad news was always a little less painful when she could give them the default good news. Still, the patient’s wish is her command. [color=9e0b0f]“So the bad news is that you hurt your knee. Pretty bad actually. Standing on it will be painful and the second you’re going for a run…”[/color] she really didn’t have a good metaphor for this. [color=9e0b0f]“Well you’re not going for a run if you try. The short story is that you’ll have to put a bandage on it every day and wait a few weeks to maybe a month and a bit to let it heal.”[/color] It was clear that Amelia did not like delivering bad news. Then again, maybe her blood could help? But this was forced muscles, not just bleeding skin.[color=9e0b0f] “So the good news is-“[/color]the assistant nurse pulled out a lollipop from her coat’s pocket and handed it to the girl. [color=9e0b0f]“-you get free candy!”[/color] After that she got up and quickly went to the nearby desk and took a blank admission file. After a few minutes of silence, she came to the part that she dreaded most: personal information. [color=9e0b0f]“God please don’t take this bad. But –euhm- what’s your name?”[/color]

Amy looked taken aback by the bad news, not sparing much more than a glance towards the candy in her hand. Up to a month? How was she supposed to train, or even compete for that matter - there were already plenty of people that would beat her in a fight anyway, her leg being evidence of that. Thoughts racing around her head, she took a second to even register the other girl's question. When she did, her mind was quite clearly on other things. [color=salmon]"It's Amy. Stevenson."[/color] she sighed, frustration etched across her expression. For the first time, she actually looked at the other girl rather than focusing on her injury. It wasn't someone she ever remembered properly meeting, that was for sure. Despite that, there seemed to be something familiar about her, and Amy wasn't generally that shy about asking questions. Absentmindedly twirling the lollipop in her hand, she spoke up. [color=salmon]"I don't mean to be rude, but have I seen you somewhere before?"[/color]

Amelia wished she could do something more than just deliver bad news when she saw Amy’s expression. The powerlessness stung again. Like an ache that didn’t go away all the way. But when the girl asked from where she knew her, she put down the file with a very expressive sigh. [color=9e0b0f]“I knew it! I knew I remembered you from somewhere! Okay, let me think. Hold on… that name…”[/color] Amelia quickly took out her phone and went to her emails. There she saw Amy’s mail among the other receivers.[color=9e0b0f] “Found it!”[/color] she exclaimed with a cheery expression. [color=9e0b0f]“You’re also in the tournament.”[/color] Wheels started to turn in her head. [color=9e0b0f]“Hold on… who gave you this injury?”[/color] She could almost guess the name. But she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to appear biased. But there were only a few in the tournament actually capable of going this far to take out the competition.

[color=salmon]"It was Lucas. He challenged me to a fight, and I couldn't really see a way out of it."[/color] Amy replied, seeing no reason to hide what had happened. It wasn't likely to be that much of a surprise anyway, considering the guy's reputation. Now that Amelia had figured it out, though, Amy could vaguely remember her being there. Amy had been a little too busy trying to hide in the background to pay that much attention there, which was probably why she hadn't made the connection right away. She looked back at her injury, seeming uncharacteristically defeated. [color=salmon]"Looks like you'll have one less person to worry about anyway. Even if it's a bit better, I won't exactly be fighting fit."[/color] She looked at the other girl with a forced smile. [color=salmon]"Still, good luck to you - sorry, what was your name again?"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“Oh, sorry. Amelia. Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.”[/color] She staid friendly, but did walk up and down around the bed a bit. She couldn’t believe it. What was up with that guy? At one turn he carries a girl up to her room, the other moment he injures someone else’s knee. Well, one thing was true. He couldn’t get away with it. But other than Amy there wasn’t really any proof of what he did. Or that he did it deliberately. [color=9e0b0f]“You want to fight?”[/color] she asked Amy a little more serious. [color=9e0b0f]“Like do you want to be in the tournament? You can answer honestly. Because I genuinely don’t want to be part of it. But if you could fight, would you?”[/color]

Slightly confused, but seeing no reason not to answer the question, Amy nodded. [color=salmon]"I would. I guess I wanted to prove I wasn't as weak as people take me for, but I'll live. Just have to look on the bright side - I got a lollipop out of it, right?"[/color] She smiled, her usual cheer returning a little. There were probably one or two things she could take from this, such as not letting people stamp on her knees. It was a good life lesson. [color=salmon]"Why ask? I don't think it matters much anymore."[/color]

“Okay hold on, I’m right back.” Once again Amelia vanished around the corner, grabbing a plastic water bottle. With a sharp needle, she punctured her finger and let the blood drip into the water. After she assumed enough blood was there she closed the bottle again and shook it really well. After that, she appeared back before Amy. [color=9e0b0f]“Okay so, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never really used this on injuries like yours. So I don’t know what will happen. But with normal wounds and such, it accelerates the healing process. I’ll leave it to you if you want to take it. With a bit of luck, you’re walking and hopefully kicking ass in less than two weeks.”[/color] Amelia smiled at Amy. [color=9e0b0f]“But don’t feel, like, obligated!”[/color] she then realized that it all really felt as if she was pushing the girl. [color=9e0b0f]“I mean, you don’t have to take this or do whatever, you know. Just, it’s an option I want to give you.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“Also, I genuinely don’t believe you are weak. I mean, if you fought Lucas and walked away with just an injured knee, that’s actually impressive.”[/color] The last few times she was in the infirmary, something got him really low. While at the same time she has seen what the guy could do. Whatever took him down must be pretty beaten as well. So if Amy just walked in with knee injury, she seriously gave Lucas a run for his money. Still, with the paperwork done, the infirmary quiet after a long morning and Amelia still desperately trying to run away from her own thoughts she sat down on the bed next to Amy and took a lollipop out for herself. [color=9e0b0f]“So… why did you fight him in the first place?”[/color]

Amy looked at the bottle, wondering whether or not to question its contents. She definitely wasn't sure what was in it, but if the stuff had a chance of helping her out then it was something she'd be grateful to have. It wasn't like Amelia would have any reason not to help her out, and Amy trusted her. Her thankfulness was evident on her face as she nodded, accepting the bottle. She was about to thank Amelia properly when the girl continued talking, and what the girl said actually surprised her. It wasn't exactly wrong, but it sounded like Amelia might have some kind of experience with Lucas herself. Despite her curiosity, Amy figured that the least she owed the other girl would be to not pry into her life.

Of course, a little bit of honesty was normally welcome, so she'd answer any questions Amelia had. Within reason, of course. She chuckled. [color=salmon]"It's more accurate to say he fought me. I was in the training room, and I kind of figured nobody else would be there so I wasn't paying too much attention... Anyway, the short version is that he figured out my powers and challenged me to a fight. I went along with it because, well, he had me figured out by that point. If I made him angry, what was to stop him telling everyone and their mother what I could do?"[/color] Shaking her head, she thought it over. Now that she said it out loud, she probably should have just avoided the fight and dealt with that. At least that way she wouldn't have caused anyone else trouble. [color=salmon]"Probably not my smartest moment. In my defense, there wasn't much time to think it through."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“Wait but how didn’t you get reduced to a pulp?”[/color] the man battled red level. If what they said was true, he could also put a crack in a wall. In a physical fight, she didn’t see how you could win if you didn’t have some form of super strength yourself. [color=9e0b0f]“Is it really that bad that people know what kind of superpower you got? I mean, they’re going to know it sooner rather than later. You don’t have to flaunt it around but keeping it a secret isn’t going to serve you well. But I guess you already realized that.”[/color] In all honesty, Amelia was a bit tired of hearing about Lucas. [color=9e0b0f]“So you’re looking forward for the tournament?”[/color]

[color=salmon]"That's not really why I hide it. If people think I'm weak, then they don't try to manipulate me - or at least, not as much. I just wanted time to judge things for myself without anyone whispering in my ear."[/color] Amy said casually. It was why she was fine with competing in the tournament in the first place, she figured she might have herself at least a little sorted out by then. [color=salmon]"As for the tournament, yeah, I guess so. Mostly, I've just got a point or two to prove. You don't seem too enthusiastic to me. Mind if I ask why?"[/color]

Here she sat, with a fellow student and someone she only knew for a few minutes. Yet the girl explained her choices to the point that it felt like she was sharing something personal. She was right, though. Amelia couldn’t speak about how Mayweather used to be. Before the merge. But ever since she arrived here people have made factions and camps. They trenched themselves in with one another and just stared down through barrels firing insults. Not just Mayweather against Delphina. The school for villainy might be in a constant state of civil war but at the very least you could expect that. In Mayweather, it felt as if not taking a stand was seen as being weak. She didn’t know who Samantha was. The only thing Amelia knew was that she entrenched herself the deepest. But people spoke for her and about her, which told Amelia the woman must be of quite some importance. Important enough to draw and manipulate people to fight her battles. [color=9e0b0f]“There’s a lot of whispering going on lately. I’ll give you that.”[/color] She looked out the window. Outside there was a classic October sky: grey. [color=9e0b0f]“No, I don’t like the tournament. Honestly, I don’t like fighting at all. The tournament… I think the teachers think it will draw us together. But I don’t think it will unite us in the way they think. I think it will only widen the schism. Whoever wins, he or she is either a Mayweather or a Delphina. So no, I’m not really looking forward to breaking the school even more. I’d rather sit here… help people. That’s what I’m good at, helping… people...”[/color] the final part she said rather absentmindedly, as she looked at her half dissolved lollipop. Was she good at helping people? Or was she just pretending she was?

Amelia did have a point, to some extent. It wasn't exactly difficult to see how the tournament could make things worse for everyone, that was for sure, but Amy didn't think it was as set in stone as all that. If one of the main aggressors from either school were to win, then that was a recipe for disaster, certainly. At the very least, it would lead to an escalation from someone or other trying to prove a point. Of course, Amy had no interest in seeing the conflict get any worse, or any more people turning on each other - and whether Amelia realised it or not she'd actually come close to hitting Amy's real reason for trying to win and the points she was trying to make. With a knowing smile, Amy just looked at her. [color=salmon]"For what it's worth, I don't think you're wrong. But that all depends on who wins... I think there are ways we can make it bring people together."[/color] Amy was sincere, though she doubted it would work out painlessly. Her tone became slightly reassuring as she continued, noticing Amelia's apparent uncertainty. [color=salmon]"And for what it's worth, I'll have you to thank if I'm able to take part, so that's at least one person you've helped out today. I think you're doing pretty good."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“For what it’s worth, I hope you win.”[/color] Amelia shot Amy her beaming smile, though she couldn’t help but feel like Amy wasn’t the only one who should win in Amelia’s eyes. Still, Amy could probably use a win in her life. She reckoned that she was underestimated for quite a long time in her life. Else she wouldn’t hide her powers. That and she wouldn’t go to the training room right when nobody’s supposed to be there. Amelia recognized someone who preferred the shadows. But she wasn’t the only one in the school that could use a win in her life. Eliana was on Amelia’s mind now too. The girl’s been suffering through a lot. A win could act like a pick-me-up to her. Especially after last night the vampire really thought Eliana could use some good news in her life. But the thoughts of last night summoned up feelings she rather wouldn’t feel.

Then Amy said she was actually doing pretty well at helping people. Yet what happened to Sylvia, she couldn’t get that out of her head. Nor did she want to confront the feeling or Sylvia for that matter. But she’d have to. Still, she was so tired from the night, she couldn’t hide her sadness behind a mask anymore. Her face turned somber as she looked at the ground, in shame. [color=9e0b0f]“I guess. Sometimes doing well isn’t enough.”[/color] But then she realized she wasn’t talking to herself. Amy was there. With a quick shake, she tried to look a little less sad and turned to Amy: [color=9e0b0f]“Sorry. Stuff and such.”[/color] Her face a mix of sadness and genuine friendliness. Yet clearly ever so fragile. [color=9e0b0f]“Yesterday was… tough.”[/color]

With a small nod of appreciation, Amy accepted Amelia's support. Even if it was just a couple of words, that was better than nothing. When Amelia's expression changed, she looked at her with some measure of understanding mixed with concern. Of course, she wasn't sure what the girl would class as 'enough', but there seemed to be a lot on her mind. Slightly unsure of herself, she decided to put in her two cents, not that she was the greatest at this kind of thing. [color=salmon]"You know, as much as I hate to admit it, you can't save everyone alone. Super or not. You've got stuff to deal with, and you want to help everyone out, but it seems like you're taking on too much."[/color] Her delivery came off as a little blunt, but Amy's concerns were genuine. 

Amelia was taken aback by the blunt remark. She thought she would be used to it by now, as her father always spoke what’s on his mind. And never in a polite way either. Especially towards his children. Yet she understood what Amy meant. “I’ll manage, for now. Thanks.” But Amelia did realize she might have gotten a little bit too open with the girl. She was all for honesty and such. But Amy didn’t understand Amelia’s situation. The mess she was in? That was her mess. Mess made not because she wanted to help too many people, but because she couldn’t control herself. That was always her problem. It felt as if whatever she wanted was scrutinized and criticized. The worst part was that most of them were right.