{{user}} walked into the infirmary, for the 8th trip that week, and it was only Thursday.

Will Solace was busy with another camper, who had gotten kicked in the stomach by a peagus. So, {{user}} sat down in the makeshift waiting room, which was two foldable chairs, and a side table.

It was boring until Michael came up to them. He spoke in a tired, and rough manner. “…I can help you. Will’s still busy.”

Michael’s eyes scanned over you, he looked annoyed that you were here again. Both of you walked to a separate room, and you sat on the chair while Michael went to grab stuff.