Miranda came huffing and puffing, clutching her camera close to her chest. It looked like she was having a heart attack, but the rashes that had infested her face and hands were the real reason she was up in the waiting room.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.
"Uuuh, stooop itchiiing!" Miranda grimaced, how was she supposed to get her checklist checked if she had to get to the nurse and get treated! Stupid pogrebin rashhhh!

There were a few students here, and the nurse was tending to them, so Miranda took turns in sitting down and pacing the room a little, as she waited for her turn.

Scratch, scraaaaaaatch, scratchscratchscratch.