Ty'cus was surprised that the student was able to talk yet. Looking up from his report to assess the studentsÂ’ health from one look it was evident that the wings would be out of commission for at least a few months. <span style='color:orange'>"Heh im glad you pulled through for a while I thought you might die, to answer your question I am Mr Dra'skir an athletics teacher at Janardan Academy." </span> He jotted down what time the student woke up and his present state of health. <span style='color:orange'>"Since you've asked me my name I'll do the same, what is your name?" </span>He also remember what he saw when all this began. <span style='color:orange'>"Also do you study Daemon and darkness lore at all?"</span> Tychicus was anxious to get this over with or at least to get some coffee.
As the voice started talking again, Turmoil had the strangest feeling that something was a bit out of place. He was missing some piece of a rather important puzzle, and he couldn't think clearly enough to figure it out. <span style='color:orange'>"I am Mr Dra'skir, an athletics teacher at Janardan Academy.</span> Athletics teacher? What was an athletics teacher doing around when a student was waking up after a surgery? The school nurse would've made more sense, and maybe he'd need to talk to a gym teacher about classes and maybe rehabilitation, but what was one doing here now? "I wanna see a doctor."
<span style='color:orange'>"They'll be here soon I'm just here to keep a record, and to keep an eye out for you."</span> It was assumed that the student may have some temporary memory loss. Also the student will have to be questioned about what happened to see who was at fault. If it was Tychicus he would be most likely sacked or put on record, if it was the student then it would be detention for a few weeks which Ty'cus would choose to cover. Ty' was just about to ask some questions when his phone rang, walking to the corner ignoring the signs of no phones he answered. <span style='color:orange'>"Hey Fey yes I know its late something came up, something big."</span> Ty'cus lowered his voice so it could barley be heard<span style='color:orange'> "You know that student Sojnyel well he's gone and hurt himself so I'm at the hospital trying to figure out why this happened and save my job." </span>
The entire situation felt... unpleasant. Turmoil knew he was missing something. But the midget with the jackhammer in his head wouldn't let him think clearly. He was, however, aware of a peculiar sense of disapointment in the school. They where too concerned with getting a statement out of him than letting him see a physician? Suddenly, a tune played, seemingly out of nowhere. Sojnyel heard the self-proclaimed gym teacher get up, and walk away. Suddenly the jingle stop, and Dra'skir started talking. His voice was too low for Turmoil to make anything intelligble out, though. Deciding that he had nothingh better to do, anyway, Turmoil started to open his eyes. The light blinded him temporarily, and he winced in pain. Then he tried again, more slowly, and, eventually, he was able to see. He rather wished he didn't. When he saw the arden standing in the corner, talking into his cell, he remembered where that voice was from. Last night. The freak who'd chased him into a brick wall. "Security!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Help! Help! I need help!"
Tychicus had had enough with Turmoil, he stormed out of the room. <span style='color:orange'>"Fine if that's what you want, I try to help and look what happens. Ungrateful sod."</span> Ty' grumbled loudly as he left the room. It didn't take him long to get back to his and Fey's dorm, the beds had been made and a cup off tea in the microwave. Brother knows too much about me.
Turmoil breathed a huge sigh of relief as the freak left him there, and a nurse rushed into the room to see just what was happening. <span style='color:red'>He's gone now. It's safe. Probably.</span> The young arden relaxed for the first time in almost two days, and he told the nurse what happened. She was sceptical at first, trying to assure Turmoil that the man who had just come to see him was a teacher. Slowly but surely, he saw her starting to doubt. After a while, when she had checked the monitors and stitches, she left the room. Apparently, she had spoken to her supervisor, who had contacted the school. Yup, this was going to be one hell of a mess. One mighty fine mess. THE END
