Casey groans as he sits down on the table. Honestly, this is ridiculous! He just got a small gash on his arm and now he was being forced into the infirmary to be checked out by a nurse.

Of course, the girl who was helping was squeamish. She didn’t seem like she knew what she was doing, but her hands were gentle. “You dont seem like you’re cut out for this kind of work, sweetheart. A sweet young thing like you? This job will eat you alive.”