Now it was time for the bouncing bulbs.

Multi-colored eyes darted over to the cart. Gulp. She was cool...when there was several feet of distance between them--between plants that could go ballistic at any moment and hit her face. She didn't mind a bruise here and there when it occurred during an adventure. She did mind bruises on her face because it'd look as if someone beat her up and she was no loser. She also did mind having to add more stress to her left arm and shoulder.

Stupid tree house and stupid fall.

Most of all, stupid fear of anything hospital-related. Alas, she was keeping that a secret. It's not like she broke her arm. It was just...bruised. Uhuh.

Tucking her hair behind her ear and lifting her chin, the Prefect made her way toward the cart. Composure. She had that. Reaching the cart she was quick to snatch up a bulb and take several steps back. If the other bouncing bulbs had a freak out she didn't want to be anywhere near them.

Beverly was worrying about them when she should have been paying attention to the one in her hands. Out of nowhere the plant seemed to panic and began to bounce erratically. If there was someone in front of her, Beverly was sure she'd have punched them unintentionally. She was doing her best to keep it at a distance from herself, but that only helped the bouncing bulb gain momentum and...BAM!

Right on the bad shoulder.

.................................OUCH!