"Who's there?" Julia, the school nurse, rose to her feet from behind her desk, making her way to the door with slight confusion.
"It's me. Godfrey."
That reply made her expression morph into one of disbelief. 'Godfrey Daniels! You got injured so fast?! she sighed inwardly. I knew it wasn't a good idea to allow you to stay in Manhattan.'
The moment she opened the door, her lips curled upward and her eyes squinted, revealing a beautiful smile on her kind, oval-shaped face framed by curls. "Godfrey, come in!"
Godfrey stepped into her apartment, which had been converted into her office. The space was lined with neat sickbeds, cabinets of supplies, and rows of bottled tonics glowing faintly, a product of her summon's adaptive skill for healing lighter wounds like bruises and sprains.
The apartment itself was well-kept, the bright white lights and long curtains providing both comfort and privacy for patients.
