They got to the nurse's office and, upon order, Emilie sat down on a crisp, paper covered table, her legs dangling over the edge. The nurse came by and asked her, in a brusque voice, what the problem was. Emilie held up her hand and bloodied glove. The nurse clucked her tongue and removed Emilie's glove, taking a short breath when more blood trickled down her pale fingers. Easily, the nurse took care of it; wiping up the blood, spraying antiseptic, and giving her a flesh-colored band-aid. "The glove, however, you must clean in cold water. Next time, young lady, try keeping these off or wearing thicker gloves." She handed back the kid-skin to Emilie and she didn't bother with putting it back on.
The nurse left and Emilie climbed down and faced Tenshiro, a smile on her lips. "All better," she whispered and giggled.