Head held high while large brown eyes took in every single detail of the room, Ryden stepped into the Hospital Wing. She cradled her arm in her chest and tried to look as inconspicuous as one could look with a lumpy, broken hand and a complexion similar to a ghost's. Very slowly she breathed in and out, fighting the feeling of blind panic. She could SMELL the medicine in the room; she could see the spotlessness of it, hear the unnantural sound of laboured breathing not just her's but almost everyone else's as well.

WHERE WAS KOALA BOY?! HADN'T HE PROMISED TO COME IN? Before sitting down, she turned stiffly around to look behind her. The part of her that usually initiated all the punching she did wished that he would not be there while most of her knew that if someone wasn't going to come and say something nice soon - no, the Nurse doesn't count; she's a NURSE - she'd either vomit, pass out or slip into a coma. When Ryden Di Marco was scared she lost all sense of proportion. Luckily, it did not happen often. Just in creepy hospitals.