"Yes," Mabel replied flatly because she had been through similar scenarios more often than Mitch could possibly imagine, having to use plenty of excuses with varying degrees of truth with the nurse before. She had a talent for getting hurt and often sick, and while she preferred to either just ignore injures and let them heal themselves, at some points it was simpler to just go to the infirmary than deal with the questioning of students who were far more skeptical and probing than the nurse. Passing off her split and bruised lip wasn't that difficult to those that even bothered to question it, though it was healing quite slowly from her constant irritation of scraping the scabbing off with her teeth. "Well. No," she corrected, "she believes anything."
Lazily kicking her feet through the snow, Mabel frowned at the mention of the sweater. She really did like it on him. "Did you at least get the blood out?"