"Flossie Wright, right?" The girl smiled sweetly at her before handing over a notebook, saying, "Sandy Cruz asked me to give this to you."
She stood next to the bench, white lab coat draped over her, her smile clean and crisp.
Flossie found her somewhat familiar.
It was the medical staff here.
When someone in the team got injured during training, it was the captain who accompanied them to the medical room.
Flossie had been to the medical room a few times with others over this period and had some impression of the medical staff inside.
Of course, as the captain, Sandy Cruz had the most students under him and came here quite often.
"Thanks."
Without much thought, Flossie put her phone down, then raised her hand to receive the notebook passed to her.
The girl stood by for a moment.
Cheekily, she looked at Glenn Hutchinson and then at Flossie's wound, her brow furrowed as if she was pondering something.
