Phoebe's POV
I wasn't worried about Trish revealing anything—I had numerous methods to keep her quiet. "Come on, I'll get you to the infirmary," I said, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I headed for the entrance without glancing back.
Trish didn't attempt to flee. She trailed behind me into the infirmary silently, making no noise. The place was packed today, crowded with students nursing sprains, cuts, and various injuries. When we entered, the already-treated patients automatically moved aside, creating space for us.
I guided Trish to Jeremy's desk, gestured toward the back, and said plainly, "She fell. Needs cleaning up."
Jeremy was swamped and didn't even raise his head.
He waved toward the area behind him and said, "Second shelf, third compartment—disinfectant's there. Handle it yourselves for now."
