Nursing School.

"NEXAN!" 1 looked up from the purple cupcakes she was frosting, knowing instinctively Max needed her. She sighed and put down the frosting bag, then wiped her hands and took off her apron. She started to walk towards the place her name came from when it was called for again. "NEXAN! BRING SOME BANDAIDS!" Nexan quickly whirled around and grabbed the first aid kit attached to the wall. She ran down the hall, coming to a stop outside Daxjorn's room, where Maxsodin was hanging out of the doorway. Nexan rushed in, not even wondering why Max was in Daxjorn's room.

"What happened?" Nexan was struck by the amount of bruises and cuts covering Daxjorn's arms and legs. She could even see some blood starting to soak through her shirt. At once, Nexan started to wrap gauze around the middle of Daxjorn's arm.

After watching Nexan staunch bleeding and apply creams for ten minutes, she finally had to ask, "Did you go to nursing school or something? You seem to know exactly what you're doing. It is almost robotic."

"I just don't want people, my friends especially, to be hurting. I will not stand for it. But yes, if it makes you feel better, I went to 'nursing school.'" Nexan smiles at Daxjorn, not pausing in her meticulous work to sanitize and help heal Daxjorn.

Maxsodin laughs, nodding, "I remember one time, I sliced my calf pretty good while swinging my Keyblade, she flipped out. Made me elevate my leg, and wouldn't let me move to do anything. Ever since then, she's had that first aid kit velcroed to the wall." Daxjorn, Maxsodin, and Nexan all laughed, sharing in a moment of friendship, of normalcy.