Bella felt her face with her hand, she was right she could feel her whiskers becoming smaller and smaller. Certainly smaller then they had felt when she had first came to the hospital wing. She smiled back to the nurse. She was a third year, but confidence was, and always will be, her weak point. She stood from her seat, she didn't know why, she didnt want to leave till she was better. She looked round the room, hoping no one would see her nervous face.