September 2, 1893 — Hospital Wing
The start of Fiona's second year as the school nurse was much easier than her first. By now she had a rhythm down, and had a better idea of how stocked her stores needed to be to avoid disasters. And she knew what constituted a "disaster" in this context--which, frankly, considering the things she had seen in her time at the hospital, was all relatively tame. Though perhaps she shouldn't tempt fate.
This early in the school year, of course, the hospital wing was very quiet. It was mid-afternoon now, and the most Fi had seen was a couple of young students who were suffering a nervous stomach and homesickness--at least one of those she had a cure for, at least. She was in her office with the door standing open so she could hear if someone came in, so when just this thing happened, Fi appeared in the doorway just in time to see someone hobbling in.
"Oh my," Fi said, "What's happened, then?" She was already pulling her wand from her pocket, and managed to stop herself from saying Already? It was only the second day!