Jake shook as Kayla spoke to him, listening to her words. He didn't much believe her, not one iota... but he understood. He knew kinda that he should have gotten fixed up before, and that Professor Morgan was doing this for his own benefit. But he couldn't shake that scared feeling, the feeling as if he was a volcano that was about to blow. Still with scared eyes, Jake looked around to his professor.

And then...

And then...

And. Then.

Jake suddenly felt alot less restricted, and he turned to look up at the nurse lady, still pale, and offering a weak smile. But then she grabbed his arm, and three or four months worth of exertion and tugging and down right pain, was all there. Right there.

And it was agony.

"WHAT THE-" Jake screamed out, as he felt the arm finally go back into it's rightful position. But NOT in the way it should. "What was THAT for?!" he bellowed screwing up his eyes in agony and letting himself drop to the floor, clutching his arm in a vice grip. The morals in his entire mind suddenly changed, and Jake was totally on Professor Morgan's side.

"She TRIED to help me! She was GENTLE!" he yelled, insensed, not thinking. "If she hadn't done that, I'd be... I'd... I mean, have you lost your ever-lovin' mind talking to my teacher like that?!" Jake shook his head furiously. "YOU'RE EVIL!"

Seeing red, Jake had to take his anger out on something. But not people, never people. That's what they had ALWAYS told him... never people. Swinging his leg out wildly in a kick towards the chairs, Jake let one go off into an empty space of the waiting room, one harmlessly bounce off the wall, but the third one went wild and zoomed straight for Professor Morgan. Great, now she hates me. And bugger! She totally has my wand!

"I can't deal with this!" Jake stressed. The bullying, the intimidation, the teachers, the pain, the whole death thing. He couldn't take it. "To hell with this!" Jake then took some time to spout off a couple of more choice words that weren't likely to be repeated in a civilised conversation ever again, before finally calming down and looking around him.

Sure, it wasn't much at ALL, no damage except a knocked over chair and some perferated eardrums. Oh, and maybe a broken teacher... Jake never stayed to check what happened with that chair. He ran. Ran and ran, and didn't stop. Not until he was far off, down and out in the grounds, in the only place he could think about going to.