Much to her annoyance and disgust the girl who's foot she'd saved had screamed and fainted on the spot, carried out to the healers quickly, so Etansi knew that she would meet up with her down there and the desire to smack her was great. Taking a deep breath as she stopped a few feet from the entrance and glared at it with all her might. Inside her heart was hammering because she'd never been to one of these before, never had to and still wouldn't have if the kitchen workers hadn't insisted and yelled at her when she'd stammered out a refusal. Who were they to tell if she could handle losing some blood or not? It really did hurt though and she was feeling a little loopy just looking down at the trails of blood that were still actively running out of her arm.
Giving a groan of distrust the small teenager resigned herself to going in, there was more blood flowing than she'd expected and there wasn't a lot of her to lose blood from in the first place. Despite having begun eating much more than she ever had she couldn't keep any weight on her body, which could have been partly to do with her inability to slow down and stop moving. To slow down and stop moving was dangerous to her, something could get her, something could happen to... No, she needed to learn not to think like that. Swallowing hard she pushed the door open with her right hand walked through the entrance with a hesitant expression.
Off to the side wall, laying on a bed with two friends by her side was the candidate that had fainted, but none of them paid her any mind as she walked in and Etansi was more than happy to return that favor of silence. It wasn't as if she had made any real friends since she'd come here and she hadn't really wanted to... not until Khamaith had spoken to her and suggested that she should try. So it was of no consequence to her if these stupid girls didn't become friends of hers, who dropped a knife?
Casting about Etansi looked for anyone, anyone that she could find with a spare set of hands that might help her. She probably needed stitches but she would suffice for something to press against it to make it stop bleeding. "H... hello?" she offered up in her raspy voice, still looking about for any single healer that stood out who wasn't working on someone.
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