I'm not crazy (Andrina)

[Arthur]

It had been a long day today, slow, with not that many customers but given that he was due to finish in half an hour he was in much better spirits now. The other members of the travel centre had left and he was currently on his own, which meant he could pretty much do whatever he wanted. He turned the radio up a little louder, leaned back in his chair and sang along with it. He had done everything else, cashed up the till, put all the tickets away, filled up the timetables, everything.

The little travel centre in Trenale did a lot of things for the transport of the city. They provided the best coaches and trams to take people to their destinations, not just around the city but to other outlying areas. He sold season tickets from the trams and coaches for people who needed to travel a lot for work, and provided maps for tourists. It was stupid that a Prince needed a job but it used to be mandatory and even when it wasn’t anymore, he couldn’t get out of the habit. In a strange way he had actually come to enjoy the little centre.

Just as he felt himself falling asleep he heard the travel centre doors swing open and he smiled and the person coming in. Standing up he smoothed out his uniform and said, “Hello, how can I help?”

[Andrina]

Andrina was a tad bit confused. Something was wrong here, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She had thought she was heading to the mall to do some shopping, but she kept stopping dead in her tracks to try and recall why she was walking at all. She'd take a few long moments, begin to walk back from which she came, only to remember that she wanted to go shopping. After almost a half a day of doing this she somehow had managed to stumble her way to the front of a travel center. She suddenly realized she was famished and glanced around for some sort of place where she might get food, surely not in a place like this. Hadn't she eaten all day? She squeezed her eyes tightly shut in a childish attempt to remember, but her shattered mind quickly jumped elsewhere and the reason behind having her eyes shut at all was lost. A new problem soon presented itself as it was made aware that something hot and sticky was staining the left sleeve of her slightly battered baby tee.

Oh! she exclaimed as she was taken aback by the wound on her shoulder. It was a good three inches long and far too bloody to be too shallow. Her stomach lurched and she felt a wave of anxiety and frustration rush over her. Where did this come from? What had she gotten herself into this time? How could she not recall such a painful ailment?! Perhaps inappropriately more irritated rather than frightened, the frazzled blonde pushed through the doors into the center, made it a few steps in then stopped and blinked blankly at the man who greeted her. Why was she here again? Her right hand dropped from her shoulder and revealed a crimson liquid and, for the second time, she jumped at the sight of her wound. She went through the same motions she did just a moment ago then, finally, sigh and looked over at the blonde behind the counter.

Do you have a band-aid?

[Arthur]

There was a young woman who apparently had some kind of wounded shoulder standing there, in the travel centre doors, pouring blood, asking him for a band aid. To anyone else that may have been in the centre at the time, this may have been a rather unusual site, a site that would have had them jumping from their seats, calling an ambulance and having the young woman whisked away by people that could have handled the situation effectively. Arthur, had been working in the travel centre for a while, which is why Arthur calmly stood up and came out from behind the counter towards her to get a closer look at the wound.

A young woman wounded and coming in to the travel centre? He called that Friday night on a back shift.

Really, despite his calm and polite demeanour he was presenting to the odd young lady he was actually exceptionally annoyed. He only hoped she hadn’t hurt herself somewhere in the tram station, then he was going to have to fill out some paper work. He hated paper work.

Smiling politely he said, “I think you might need a little more than a band aid there. Come in to the back here and I’ll see if I can stitch you up and if you’re still not great I’ll take you to the hospital. What’s your name?”