Thomas shrugged taking another sip of his coffee. "Dad says so too, but it's here and I don't have time to run out. A couple other healers called in sick." He chuckled considering where they were. "Which means I'm taking care of their patients and mine. I barely gave enough Skele-Gro to a young witch on the second floor before have to race up and administer spoonfuls of Blood Replenishing Potion while they patched up this guy." Thomas melted back down in his seat, "By the end of this week I'll end up in one of these beds." Thomas tried to relax, he hadn't been this neurotic in months but it seemed to be coming to a head.