"You have got to be kidding me," Adele muttered the moment she stepped into the infirmary, only to find it crowded to the brim.
What the hell?
It was barely six in the morning, yet her space, which wasn't even designed for such emergency-level chaos, was bursting with injured students. The beds were occupied with patients such that some had to sit on the floor in pain.
There were broken limbs, twisted ankles, and bloodied faces. Bones stuck out at odd angles in ways that they shouldn't, but for all it was worth, Adele was thankful they were werewolves and not humans else this would have been another story.
Still, it was not the kind of welcome she expected for the start of her day.
Her infirmary wasn't meant for this. The hospital wards were only doors away, built for this exact reason, but this space had been assigned to her intentionally by Elijah to give her a purpose in the school.
