Closed Disarmed PV Alma, Bubba

The sound of the door opening jolted Frogge out of his searching for one of the little creatures that was somehow still inhabiting the hospital wing. Perhaps they would be more keen to migrate if he would remove their shelter, but he did not have the heart to use such forceful tactics. Besides, he was quite sure there was only one frog sneaking around here. Or maybe several very quiet ones. Either way, those thoughts all departed his head as he smacked the top of it against the underside of his desk, signalling his presence to his two newest patients - @Bubba McGarry and @Alma Stoll.

"Oh," said a disoriented Nurse Frogge as his vision focused on the pair, who had already escorted themselves to one of the open beds. While he preferred to have them complete their intake paperwork at the desk in non-urgent cases, he could not fault them for bypassing him this time, as he was under the desk at the time. "Apologies. I was looking for... my pen."

He hated to lie, but he did not want to give anyone the impression that the hospital wing was just the sort of place where small animals got loose and made their homes without his permission. Even if that was the case. Part of patient care was maintaining the illusion that everything was fine, even when it wasn't, so he knew all about how to lie when it was necessary. The nurse approached the bed, rubbing his forehead as he glanced between the pair of underclassmen. "What seems to be the issue, you two?"