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"𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗺, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁?"
"No thank you, I'll settle staying here until dismissal."
Technically, it's almost close to the last bell ringing when Audria felt her throat close up and her chest tighten by the overwhelming thoughts of her father going to Washington. The details were a little blurry on when but all she knows is he's going without as so much as a call to her. Warren Dean is a surgeon, a heart surgeon whose daughter had a heart disease. He worries.
An oxygen mask pulls away from her mouth, Audria exhales and looks down on her lap as she regains her breath. Nurse Hammond closed the curtains to give her privacy, Audria sitting on the edge of the bed while given oxyegn. The school was informed of her disease after Alena had given them specifications of what to do if Audria somehow needs help.
Now all Audria was asking is no EMT, no calling her mother and definitely no hospitals.
After a few minutes of taking her right medicines — the nurse has after Alena had sent just in case a few weeks before term — Audria breathes in properly from the oxygen mask before partly departing it from her face. Cold swear ran down her nape, making her irritated as unconscious anxiety creeps up in her.
The door abruptly opens after a minute of it closing. It made her flinch, glancing at the curtain and could almost see — transparently — an impatient figure stomping inside with the nurse following frantically.
"Miss Cullen, you can't just barge in."
"I told you, my head hurts and feels like it's going to fall off."
The curtains rudely pulls open and Audria glances upwards, portable oxygen mask lowers down to her lap. "Alice, are you alright?" She can't help but ask, seeing the Cullen with a calculating gaze and looks at her with sympathy.
