Tom sat there silently and trying not to sniffle or cry as the three people surrounding him discussed the situation. He'd broken his wrist once and he knew that if he just stayed as still as possible and nobody touched it then the pain would probably be okay until he could get to the healer. He did wonder how they were going to get him there without jostling his arm, though.

FOOD! That sounded like a wonderful idea. Sure his arm hurt a lot, but that didn't stop his tummy from grumbling. He was sure that the others could probably hear it, it was so loud!

The girl asked him if he wanted anything special, and he opened his mouth to tell her how much he loved spicy sausage links, but she'd darted off to the nearest table before he'd had time to get the words out. Fortunately Sabbath seemed to realize that if you asked a question then it was a good idea to stick around and hear the answer. But really, bacon or pastries? How could Tom be expected to choose only one?!

"Um... both?" he replied, hoping he didn't sound too greedy. He was a growing boy!

Tom's opinion of the girl--Noelle, as she'd just now introduced herself--rose substantially when she came back with her arms overloaded with food. He managed a small smile, although it came out a bit like a wince since his elbow was throbbing.

"I'm Tom. Tom Selwyn," he finally told the assembled group. He turned to the professor (whose name Tom hadn't caught--he hoped it hadn't been said when he was distracted with his arm) and asked, "Where exactly is the hospital wing, professor?"

He hoped he wouldn't have to walk. He could if he had to, of course, but he imagined that every step would probably jostle his arm.