^ Eden ^

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I checked the clock in the east blocks hall, confirming that the time was five past eight. One problem: I have never been in the east block and my dorm room definitely isn't in the east block. As proven by the fact that my dorm is basically in the middle of nowhere. I feel like I'm cut off from civilisation in that bloody room.

An idea came into my head and I headed towards the direction of the academy's clinic, which was situated in the east block. This way, I could tend to my injuries and then ask directions to the south block, where my dorm was. Don't ask me why the blocks are named after the four cardinal directions—no wonder they're all so far apart.

I pushed the door open and a lady behind what appeared to be the front desk looked up at me, the squeak of the door catching her attention. Her brunette hair was pulled up into a neat bun behind her head and red gloss stuck to lips. She wore massive pearls on her ears and I wondered if they were the size of my eyes. Her glasses were rimmed with yellow and she wore a simple chain as a necklace.

She frowned at me, "Are you new?" She asked as I approached her desk. I nodded my head. Then I frowned, how could one know—and remember—so many people? Do they all injure themselves regularly?

"Name?"

"Sky Forest." The lady smiled in response.

"That's a beautiful name." She complimented me as she pushed up her glasses. Just as I was about to thank her for the compliment, a lady dressed in practically all white pushed open another door and approached me.

"Through here, please." I did as said and followed her into an office room. The theme, fortunately, wasn't all white, as shown by the bright blue walls and maroon coloured floor tiles. She sat behind her desk and offered me the seat on the opposite side.

I sat down and watched as she tapped the keyboard of her computer.

She turned to face me, "Dr Zerski," She introduced herself, "and you must be Sky?" I nodded and she smiled. Unlike the receptionist, Dr Zerski had a makeup-free face, her unruly blonde locks falling out of a short ponytail at the bottom of her head.

"What can I do for you?" She asked me, her blue eyes searching mine. I stopped analysing her and remembered my injuries.

I bit my lip, "Is it okay if I just tell you what hurts and not what happened?" I questioned and she nodded her head, a frown lurking between her eyebrows.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I bruised my back real bad, maybe my stomach too. But my main concern is my wrist, I fell on it badly." Dr Zerski nodded along, tapping at her keyboard whilst I spoke.

"May I see your wrist?" I nodded and placed my right arm on the desk. She picked it up and started to press certain places, checking my reaction to every place she prodded.

"It's not broken," I let out a sigh, relieved. "You have torn a ligament though, so I will need to cast your wrist." I nodded. Great, now what is Jameson going to say when I get in tonight?

"But first," She walked up to a small freezer in the corner of the room and pulled out an ice pack.

"Ice it, I'll be back with a cast." I nodded at her instructions and placed the ice pack on my wrist, wincing at the coolness. Dr Zerski soon came back into the room and helped me slip a cast over my injured wrist, at which I cringed at and bit my tongue in order to prevent yelping.

"You're lucking it didn't swell too badly." She told me. I don't find anything about this 'lucky', but I accepted her optimism nonetheless. She then typed a few things into her computer.

"You're done." She smiled at me and I stood up, thanking her for her assistance.

Then I remembered, "Do you think you could give me directions to the south block? I'm still very new." Dr Zerski laughed and nodded, pulling out her drawer and fumbling around. She pulled out what looked to be a map of the place and I laughed to myself.

I accepted the map, being sure to display my gratitude, "Thank you."

She smiled in response and I showed myself out of the office. I smiled politely at the desk lady and she waved back.

I left the clinic feeling more upbeat than before, at least now I wouldn't have to go back to Jameson and start crying him a river.

I found my way back to the south block with the help of the map, chuckling to myself when I saw the time in the south blocks hall. It was now five to nine, much later than I anticipated this all to take. God, Jameson's going to kill me.

I walked down the long corridor to my room and pulled my room key out of my jean pocket, checking if my phone was still there too. My phone was now my ammo; if Eden tried anything, I had proof. Although I wasn't willing to prosecute her just yet, I still had it for back up.

I pushed the key into the lock and braced myself for Jameson's attack. I turned the key and pushed the door open. I shut it behind me and dropped the key on my desk.

A hand grabbed my arm and I jumped, "Where the hell have you been?" The voice was threatening, but didn't reach a volume past 'inside voices'.

I turned to face him, holding both arms in front of him to create a barrier between us, "Jameson, I'm fine."

But Jameson's eyes were no longer with mine, instead, they hovered over my right wrist—with my cast on.

I let out a sigh, bracing myself for his anger to hit me. Instead, he picked up my dainty wrist with care and looked at it. I frowned at him, then his eyes rose to meet mine. He was fuming, I could tell.

"Who did this?" His voice was deadly and I cringed at the darkness overshadowing his eyes.

"Jameson, I'm tired–"

"Who?"

"No one."

Jameson raised his eyebrows at me, "Sky, that's stupid." I shook my head, pulling my arm from his hold.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." I hissed, pushing past him. I shed my jacket, albeit with much trouble. I laid it on my desk chair and kicked off my shoes.

"Well if you actually told me then–"

"Jameson, get it into your head! I'm not telling you." Jameson looked taken aback by the tone of my voice, and quite frankly I was too. I closed my eyes for a second, calming myself down.

"The fact is that you won't believe me." My voice was softer and cracked. Jameson frowned and I tore my gaze away from his. Silence grew heavy amongst us and I took the opportunity to put my phone on charge and pull out my new pyjamas out from my drawers.

I got changed in the bathroom since Jameson was still standing in my room.
Then it dawned on me just how much trouble this damn wrist will give me. Crap. Thanks, Eden. Groaning, I repeatedly hit my head on the marble counter. There was a knock on my door.

"What are you doing?" Jameson asked through the thick wood. I sighed and unlocked the door.

I handed him a hair tie, "could you tie up my hair?" I rolled my eyes when Jameson's face displayed grimace, "Or at least try?" Jameson sighed but took the tie from my hand nonetheless.

I bent over to throw all my hair over my head and Jameson awkwardly collected the strands of my hair. Once relaxed into it, Jameson moved closer into me whilst tying the elastic around my hair. The warmth of his body against mine next to me was a peculiar feeling, it felt mysterious and calming, but awkward too, I mean—he is my guardian.

Once up, my hair didn't actually look all that bad and Jameson appeared to be proud of his finish work. I laughed at his facial expression and he joined in, which surprised me. I guess now I have made Jameson laugh, I could do just about anything.

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Boo

I'm in Spain rn but it's like 11:10am back home so I was like why not post

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter (vote, comment and fuel my ego, etc mama)

SKY AND JAMESON CAN WE JUST

no we can't Chloe

Okay fine bye

EEEEEEEK

SKAMESON

(Do you have a better ship name?)

Bye hun

–Chloe-Woey

(Haha me)

Next update: Tuesday onwards

CHAPTER SEVEN SPOILER/TEASER:

Learning about Sky's past with some good old #Skameson (definitely need another ship name)