Autumn rushed back towards the infirmary, clutching the sage tincture in one hand and the rest of the herbs in the other.
The blue bottle with its delicate silver thread swung precariously from her fingers as she pushed open the door…Mango nearly collided with Autumn as she flung open the infirmary doors, her cloak brushing Autumn's face like a ghost's whisper.
"Careful!" Mango snapped, her voice unusually sharp and rude, eyes darting behind her as though something were chasing her out.
Autumn stumbled, clutching the delicate tray of herbs and tonics, balancing well when her boots slipped slightly on the smooth stone floor.
"Oh…sorry, sorry…shit…"
But it was too late. The tray tilted, and a cascade of glass , blue and green tumbled through the air.
Bottles shattered like icicles, their contents splashing across the tiles. A pungent, earthy aroma filled the room.
