The fluorescent lights of the nurse’s office buzzed faintly, the sharp antiseptic smell making my nose wrinkle as I stepped inside. Tess was perched on one of the beds, her face pale and bruised but lit with her usual fiery stubbornness as she argued with the nurse over something I couldn’t catch.
“Can you please sit still?” the nurse snapped, holding a small packet of gauze and clearly fighting the urge to strangle her patient.
Tess groaned dramatically. “I am sitting still, but you’re poking at me like I’m some science experiment!”
“Because you won’t let me clean the damn wound!”
“God, fine. But stop stabbing me with whatever that is,” Tess shot back, throwing her head back with a groan before finally spotting me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she gave a weak wave. “Cami, the
