Being an hospital intern had been something Bella had never imagined she'd actually be able to do, and as such she always wore a smile on her family—or at least almost always. There were times when patients died, children grew sicker, and mass tragedies that she was being trained to prepare for, but most of her time—at least at the moment—wasn't spent personally tending to the needs of every last person.

Her mentor for the day had sent her to brew a calming draught, which in itself wasn't at all unusual. What was unusual was a potion that still seemed to be simmering without any direct supervision. Knowing better than to mess with others' creations, she'd decided to go about her business.

However, a scent soon filled the room that wasn't typical even for a room that was generally filled with potions and various plants. It was rotting and gross.

Turning to face the source of the scent, she could barely see what was happening to it before a blast of potion flew threw the air and landed at her feet. She squealed at a pitch she hadn't been even thought herself capable of mustering and attempted to flee; however, her feet remained firmly in place, trapped by the hardening potion.

She reached for the wand in her pocket, but let out a gasp as she realized it wasn't there, but rather on the table where she couldn't reach it.

"Is anyone there?" she called, trying her hardest to keep a cool demeanor. "A potion's exploded! I'm stuck!" The door was cracked open, and there weren't many people—patients included!—who passed through that hall. Someone was bound to hear her!