Carey groaned, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stomped down the corridor. This sucked. Why did everything have to be so stupid. Why couldn't they just make everything easier and less bloody embarrassing then having to go to the damned infirmary every week. What a chunk out of his life he'd never get back!

He walked through the open doors of the hospital wing, taking a seat on the wooden chair next to the desk in there, where he was told to wait. He rolled his eyes at the light, airiness of this place. Honestly, he could have sworn that it was a woman running this place. Peaceful and relaxing his arse, it was breezy and just annoyingly bright.

Blah, he could complain to himself all day...or, you know, out loud if he really felt like it. But he didn't want to have those annoying comments, 'why so moody, forget your meds this morning?' or 'talking to yourself? you taking meds for that?' or any other variant of joking comments like that. Screw them, they didn't know anything. No one did. He didn't need to bloody take anything, it didn't work anyways. He had suspicions that they were sugar pills or something of the like, to make his parents not worry that he'd freak out or anything like that. Everyone was just...stupid. All of this was stupid.

He groaned again, pulling one of his hands out of the crossed position. He looked at his fingers, annoyed by the torn skin right next to his nail. It stung and was really pissing him off. Maybe he could get the healer to just fix it up while he was here anyways.

Parker sighed as he looked over the papers on this student as he was filing in the back room. Weekly visits, huh? Poor kid. He could just imagine how much it must have sucked to have to come back here so often when you didn't want to. But from what his papers said he had a history of behavior issues, so it was necessary to check up on him and make sure he was taking the medicine.

He heard footsteps and assumed it was the boy, Mr. Matthews. Parker gathered the files on the boy and the bottle of medicing from the tope of the cabinet in the back room. As he walked out the boy was already seated and waiting for him. "Welcome Mr. Matthews" he said with a small smile, going over to his desk and setting down the bottle of medicine and the papers after glancing over them.

"So, I think I'm supposed to ask you how you've been feeling lately. You know, adjusting to school and all. Well, I hope?" he asked. he was a little worried about most his students. He and Jamie had always seemed upset and wondered if it was from homesickness or something of the like.