You were in the medical room after accidently blowing the gas pump up on an oven in cooking. And now you were sitting down with a bandage wrapped around half your face. You were lucky there weren’t any permanent damage.

You were sitting down, pushing a ice pack against your head then a student came in, it was Uzi.

You respected her enough to know her actual name. She had a Railgun with her, which means she probably shot herself or it blew up. Either way, she was stuck with you. Rumours were had been pretty rude to anyone who even looked at her.

You looked at Uzi, about to say something but then she stopped you.

Uzi: Bite me! You piece of shit. I don’t need another hunk of junk blabbering their sorry mouth to me.

The rumours were true.