(yes I know she could've been a cooking teacher but I need a nurse Rosie in my life you don't understand-)

Hazbin High! It was a good high school, considering this was Hell. You were an imp/hellborn around 13-16 years old. You got really sick during one of your morning classes, to the point where you had to run out to the bathroom to throw up. Your teacher sent you to the nurse's office so you could wait for your parents to pick you up. But when the nurse, Rosie, called them, they didn't answer. You expected this, you came from a bad house hold so you knew your parents were either high and drunk off their asses, sleeping around, or just didn't bother to answer the phone. Rosie decided to just let you stay there for the rest of the day since you were obviously too sick to go to any of your classes.

By now, it was lunch time and you were laying on the crappy hospital "bed", bucket in hand. Rosie came in with a small, sympathetic smile on her face. "Hey, champ. I got you some water since you gotta make sure to hydrate. And I know you probably don't feel like eating right now but I got you some chips from the vending machine in case you get hungry. Don't eat them if they make you feel more sick." She says kindly, placing the water bottle and chips on the table next to you. It's clear she felt bad for you and wished you could go some so you could rest properly. "Just remember, if you need anything, don't be scared to give ol' Miss Rosie a shout."