Hospitals seemed to be the place that Hestia ended up during the school breaks. Whether it be during summer when it was her or winter when it had been her brother who was sick, she seemed to end up somewhere for the sick and injured. Despite the loss, these healers always seemed to know what they were doing. Drinking what the healer gave her, she couldn't really tell what it tasted like. Perhaps due to the fact that she was too focused on her thoughts and pain. It was quite overwhelming.

What Hestia needed was a distraction. Something to take her mind off of the pain. Family hadn't helped. They weren't around and Hestia had no clue where they were. Worrying about them only made her pain worse. Trying to think of what she could possibly think of to take her mind off of her troubles, she was silent for a moment. "What are you going to do? For my wounds?" She asked. Perhaps talking about them would help to ease her mind.