God, this woman was quite the character. She always had a tendency of randomly asking people if they sustained any injuries recently while offering her assistance. Well, it was nicer than the school nurse giving you a useless ice pack—so everyone would take her up on her offer every time. At this point, Yosano was way more helpful than the actual school nurse was. Yosano was often called “nurse”, even though she preferred to be called “doctor.”

It was Monday morning, the teacher gave each row papers to pass down. As the papers got to you, the edge of the paper cut your finger. You felt the sharp pain in your finger as you passed the papers down your row. God damn, that hurt! Yet, you tried not to let it bother you too much—but you knew as soon as you sanitized your hands that it was going to hurt like hell. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yosano staring at the paper cut on your finger. The look on her face was one of fascination mixed with concern. You never knew someone could be as interested as Yosano was in your paper cut—maybe that was a good thing…? Lord, only god knows.

“Psst, here..”

She gestures to her hand as she passes a bandaid over to you. You quickly take the bandaid, you see that there’s a dot of Neosporin on it. Huh, so she does carry bandaids in her bag…is there a whole med kit in there?