Cam had been hoping that the hospital wing would be empty by this point. She'd run out of murtlap essence, and her hands were getting sore. Even if she didn't want to bother all the sick people with the lingering scent of worm puss...she really wanted the stuff for her hands. They were getting dry, and Cam was anxious for the side effects of her detention to finally go away.

Keeping her pink and yellow hands stuffed into the pockets of her robes she wandered into the hospital wing. Cam had been out on the grounds before this, practicing for tryouts. Stuffed into the pocket of her robes was her tennis ball, and beaters bat. As soon as she passed through the door Cam began to chew on her bottom lip. The hospital wing was packed. Ugh. She should leave and come back later...but she didn't want to. She wanted the murtlap essence now, even if that did mean smelling out everyone else in the room.