The walls close in one moment and expanded out the next moment, then the room began spinning around her as the news hit her full blast, causing a spiral of unease to creep into the library's quiet air.
While sitting in the cushioned chair in the Hunter section of the library, her blood turned cold a she felt the air around her turn cold and stale. With the feeling that time had been paused at that moment before her heart could beat again, she had read the words telling her where the crime had happened over and over. The words were reverberating around in her mind, bouncing around as if friction did not exist.
It was only a few blocks from the University, she shivered remember the muffled voices and the feeling of the eyes looking at her.
Feeling insecure, as if they were still looking for her, she stood up quickly from the chair to grab her bag she had left by the door. Before she could take a step, her ankle gave out underneath her, causing her to plummet straight to the floor.
Crawling to her bag, with her swollen ankle dangling at an odd angle as she crossed the room and sat up trying to not let it bump into any of the shelves.
She had probably just worsened her already injured ankle, if the swelling was anything to go by.
Pulling the mask out of her bag, she slid it on her face, feeling the cool texture of it on her face. The mask acted as sock therapy, the texture grounding her back to reality.
Reaching up to grab the door handle, she tightly grabbed it and pulled herself up while balancing on one leg, being extra careful as to not open the door as she tried to standup.
Carefully she walked down the stairs leaning against the railing and wall, taking them one step at a time until she came to the landing.
Going through door while sweating from the exertion of the stairs, she hobbled a step and fell forward and crawled her way to the Librarian's desk.
Even if she was injured, she needed the money, and this was her job. Glancing around for any books to put away, her eyes landed on a can full of pencils and pens.
Bracing herself against the desk, she dragged herself closer to the can along the side where the chair and drawers were.
After sitting in the chair then taking off her shoe and elevating her ankle, she grabbed a handful of pencils and set them on the desk.
Azalea went through the drawers till she found tape and preceded to make a makeshift brace with the tape and pencils using a pair of scissors she had found in another drawer.
She undid the laces and pushed her foot into the shoe gritting her teeth from the pain, before tightening the laces to keep the shoe on.
She took off the badge and placed it on the desk, before standing up painfully slowly limping to the door of the library. Leaving to finish the rest of her day.
To keep up her classroom attendance, she went to her next classes while limping, forgetting that her mask was on the whole time. Sitting in the back rows away from everyone she would elevate her ankle while taking notes and writing homework reminders. She had more assignments than the previous day, but they all were fairly simple, read another chapter and start researching for different topics.
The instructors done with their introductions from the day previous, were putting out their courses' goals and expectations. It was the schedule she would have to follow along with for the rest of her classes. Any classes that required groups would be picked the next day.
All of her classes had decided that the second day of class, was the best time to actually start the courses. Azalea had felt lied to, she had heard from others that the first week was ways the introduction frame and easier than the rest of the class.
Her Art History class Instructor assigned her class to make portfolios of famous artists and that their final was to make a piece using the different techniques they learned.
For Intro to Mathematics she would cover the whole textbook, have daily quizzes from the chapter that was assigned, and a test at the end of the week.
Biology would require a group research project every couple of weeks and an essay about the project they had chosen.
Ethics, now that was going to be an interesting class, as it was scenario-based opinions. The students would form groups and everyone would share their ideas, then they would compare answer and classify everyone's opinions under the different types of ethics.
Painting was more color theory but would later turn into painting techniques. She would be expected to paint about a topic of the teachers choosing.
She would have more to do with, less time to work with. If she was not sleeping or working she would be doing her schoolwork until it was completed, but she knew that she could not give up as her brother's medical treatment was relying on her.
Navigating between classes and the library was a challenge as she got slower the later the day went until it became time for her to go to the Hunter's Association.
After finishing reading the assigned math chapter to read, she stood up shakily from a library chair, and dragged herself out of the University doors to the main Street she had walked on previously. She would just choose a random topic for biology class and discusses it with her group the next day.
After passing through the area of the scene from the night previous, Azalea hobbled faster to he Hunter's Association, not stopping until she had passed through the doors till she entered the door leading to the office for the workshop.
Keeping her hand on the wall as she guided herself to the chair on the other side of the room to sit down in, Azalea gritted her teeth along every step.