FTEC -- Monday [March 8]

[intraspective]

She'd left Zack in the lobby, him saying something about looking for sunshine, and had headed straight for the clinic. It had wrenched something in her heart to leave him but the only way she could have stayed was to take a potion and... that wasn't happening. She didn't want anything from Gaia right now. Ino could have gone upstairs, first, to change and wash up but that was five flights of stairs and she'd been sure that that would've been a bad idea.

As it was, when she got to the clinic—it was her day to work, after all, and she needed someone to look at her head anyway—the nurses promptly sized her up, scolded her for getting a head injury on Friday and waiting until Monday to come in and fussed over it.

Nothing major, they assured her (she'd known that but it was nice to have confirmation) and scuttled her off to one of the exam rooms to rest under their watchful eye for a few hours.

Her mild protest that she'd miss her second period class went ignored. Ino had to be honest: she didn't really want to go to class yet. Maybe by the afternoon, once she'd time to think a bit away from everything and everyone but clucking nurses.

Even if thinking about the weekend made her nauseous and that wasn't from her aching head.