SERAPHINA’S POV

It’s the second time in less than a week of school that I find myself stepping out of the nurse’s office.

The first, getting ointment for the bruises my sparring partner had left, and now, for the bruises on the back of my palm.

This as time, I needed a bandaged for the broken skin that had bled a bit and my lungs still hurt a bit from the continuous torture I had endured in the female lavatory

Not once did the nurse bother about what happened and why I keep coming ...