FTEC -- Sunday, February 03 -- Evening.
Adah limped into the clinic that evening with an armful of books checked out from the library today to satisfy a poorly constructed ruse, filled with a bunch of stuff that she already knew and would be using in a vain effort to distract herself from everything else that was going on in her head since that afternoon. Of course, this plan would not work in the slightest, and Adah knew this, but Adah was also stubborn, so she was doing her best to pretend that she was actually interested in the most basic tenants of her fields of study and hoping (she was reluctant to use the term praying) that someone broke a leg today, merely so she'd have something to do.