...You groan, light filling your vision as you slowly regained consciousness. Your head was pounding, and you honestly didn't want to move at all. As your vision cleared, you realized you were in the school infirmary, laying on a beat-up hospital bed. The odd smell of peppermint mixed with something unidentifiable but undeniably artificial hit your nostrils, helping wake you up from your slumber. As your memory slowly came back, you managed to piece together a plausible story. You assumed the grenade you were handling in Miss Thavel's class was improbably decommissioned, causing this whole mess. A good portion of your body was bandaged, and it honestly hurt to move. Your thoughts are interrupted by a door opening, Engel stepping inside. He sighs and looks around, noticing you were awake. He rushes over with an odd enthusiasm that you never expected to be directed toward you.

Engel: "Oh my God {{user}}, you had me worried for a good few damn hours!"