Inside the infirmary, the faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, sharp and sterile. The nurse crouched in front of Sally, wrapping a firm bandage around her ankle. The girl winced, her fingers gripping the edge of the bed.
"It's just a sprained ankle," the nurse said with the practical calm of someone who had repeated those words a hundred times. "Don't put pressure on it for at least a week. Crutches if necessary, but rest is best."
Sally let out a small breath, her cheeks still faintly pink. Her eyes, glazed and dreamy, didn't seem fully focused on the nurse.
"Thanks," Melissa said quickly, taking the explanation on Sally's behalf. Her gaze slid to the other girl, who looked like she was floating far above reality, still wrapped in whatever spell had left her dazed. Melissa's brows knit. Sally looked like a silly girl with her head in the clouds all for a boy.
