Evelyn was relieved and horrified once they made it to the hospital wing. For one, she had kept her eyes on Destiny the entire way, making sure Lawson didn't do anything like accidentally bump her against the wall or worse...drop her. Although she had no clue what she would have done if that happened, she could barely move herself. But two, she really hated hospitals.

The smell, the noises, the healer...just everything about it made her skin crawl. She didn't want to be hear, but she had to be. She would've actually preferred if the healer came out and healed her in the hall instead. Evelyn wouldn't mind laying there for a few days if necessary, but knowing these two Professors (or any Professor that is), that was not going to happen.

For now though, she kept her mouth shut, and black eyes wary of her surroundings. She saw the nod from Professor Truebridge, not really knowing what it meant, but she smiled back anyways. And to think, through this whole process, no one came close to being in her personal bubble space. That has got to be the best part...