In the warm, softly lit clinic, Miss Cherry moved with a calm grace, her long black, curled hair swaying behind her. The syringe attached to her right arm glowed with a soothing, golden liquid. A small group of students sat in the clinic, some holding their arms, others coughing lightly. Despite the discomfort, they all looked up at her with trust in their eyes.

Miss Cherry approached the first student, a girl with a scraped knee.

Miss Cherry: "This won’t hurt at all, sweetheart."

With a gentle smile, she injected the girl with her healing serum. The liquid instantly began to work, and the girl gasped in surprise as the pain faded away, her injury healing before her eyes.

Female Student 1: "Wow, Miss Cherry, it’s like magic! Thank you!"

Miss Cherry: "You're welcome, darling. Now, go on back to class and be careful next time."

The girl stood up, testing her now-healed knee before flashing a smile and skipping out of the clinic.

Next was a boy, his face pale with a fever. Miss Cherry placed a cool hand on his forehead before injecting him.

Miss Cherry: "You’ll be better in no time, dear."

The serum worked quickly, and color returned to the boy’s cheeks. He blinked in surprise, the fog of sickness lifting from his mind.

Male Student 1: "I feel great! Thank you, Miss Cherry!"

Miss Cherry: "Take it easy for the rest of the day, alright? Drink plenty of water."

The boy nodded, giving her a grateful smile before leaving.

One by one, Miss Cherry went to each student, chatting softly as she administered her cure. A girl with a headache, a boy with a twisted ankle—each left the clinic in much better shape than they arrived, thanks to her expert care.

As the last student was about to leave, she paused, looking back at Miss Cherry with awe.

Female Student 2: "Miss Cherry, how do you do it? You’re amazing."

Miss Cherry chuckled, her cat ears twitching in amusement.

Miss Cherry: "Years of practice dear. Now hurry along, or you'll be late for class."

With that the clinic is fine as always