Drake gasped. "No! No nurse! Nurse will give medicine! Drake hates medicine!"
Before Alina could respond, Boo appeared beside her, lifting his delicate ghostly hand with equal drama.
"Teacher… Boo's fingers… they hurt too," he whispered, wiggling them tragically. "They are tired of learning…"
Alina blinked. "Boo, you barely wrote. You used two fingers the whole time."
"Yes, teacher," Boo nodded, eyes wide. "And both are tired."
Felix raised his hand next. "Teacher… my tails hurt. They were supporting my brain."
"That is not how brains work, sweetheart."
Vlad Jr. sighed heavily. "Teacher, the weight of academic responsibility strains us all."
Rocky hugged his notebook. "Teacher… my wrist has… stiffness."
"It is made of stone, Rocky."
He nodded gravely. "Yes. That is why it is stiff."
Sable whispered from his seat, "Teacher… my shadow is tired too."
Alina rubbed her forehead, smiling helplessly.
