I'm an Extra, so What?
Chapter 75 - 75: Out Cold

A long, toned leg came out of nowhere—

Arthur's head snapped to the side at an unnatural angle.

His body lifted clean off the ground, flung like a ragdoll across the training field.

He hit the dirt hard, tumbling before coming to a stop in a twitching heap, blood streaming from his nose.

Silence.

All eyes turned to the one who had delivered the devastating blow.

Kira stood tall, her arms folded, looking thoroughly annoyed.

"He laid hands on a teacher," she said flatly. "Force was necessary."

No one dared argue.

But the tension in the air thickened—

Was he dead?

Kira rolled her eyes, clearly reading the unspoken worry in the crowd.

"I held back," she added, brushing invisible dust from her.

"He's just unconscious. Send him to the Medical Hall. Make sure they check for internal damage."

With that, she turned and grabbed her own student by the arm, pulling him along like luggage.

"This joint session was a mistake," Kira muttered under her breath.

Dragged along, Luka glanced back one last time—just in time to see the main character being loaded onto a stretcher and rushed inside.

A grin spread across his face.

'Serves the fucker right.'

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Medical Hall

Beep… Beep… Beep…

The steady rhythm of a heart monitor echoed softly through the sterile room, mixing with the occasional hum of magical healing equipment.

Arthur lay unconscious on the bed, his face pale, bruised, a thin trail of dried blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

Nike sat quietly in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, as she watched the healer work.

Her eyes were tired—haunted even—and yet, she hadn't left.

Despite everything that had happened, something compelled her to stay.

She didn't understand it.

It was like her body refused to let her walk away, as if her concern wasn't even her own.

The healer, a kind-eyed woman clad in a long white robe etched with glowing runes, exhaled slowly and opened her eyes after casting another healing spell.

Nike sat up straighter. "Is it… that bad, ma'am?"

The healer turned with a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, no, dear. I was sighing because… well, it's still hard to accept when a teacher lays a hand on a student. The level difference alone could've been fatal. We're lucky the teacher had held back. Had she used even half her real strength…"

She he trailed off, glancing back at the knocked out student—

"He wouldn't be here."

Nike swallowed hard. Her fists clenched.

"I see…" she murmured, a strange mixture of relief and confusion settling in her chest.

Why did she feel this way?

Why couldn't she leave?

Why did it hurt to see him like this?

The healer gently placed a glowing hand over the chest, murmuring another skill.

"His vitals are stabilizing," she added.

"But it'll take time. Not all wounds are physical."

Nike remained silent, her eyes fixed on her childhood friend's unmoving form.

"Ah, I forgot to mention…" the healer said, turning around as she peeled off her latex gloves and stepped over to the sink.

The sound of running water was heard, as she began to wash her hands.

"Healing classes will be rotating through the Medical Hall today. They'll be checking in on injured and sick students for hands-on experience. I heard the Saintess might be among them, so if they come in, don't be too surprised."

Nike gave a half-nod, rubbing her eyes. "Got it…"

Without another word, the healer dried her hands with a cloth and quietly exited the room—

A little time passed…

Though Nike wasn't sure how long.

Her eyelids grew heavier by the second, and her body slowly began to slump forward in the chair.

Knock knock.

The sudden knock startled her awake.

"Y-Yes?" Nike called out, her voice instinctive and groggy as her eyes flicked toward the door.

A warm, calm voice replied from the other side.

"Excuse me, I'm Mrs. Coldwing. Teacher of a Healing Class. Do you mind if we come in?"

Nike blinked a few times, her mind catching up with the words the healer had spoken earlier.

"You can come in."

The door creaked open, revealing a small class.

At the front was Mrs. Coldwing, a graceful woman in her forties, her expression gentle but studious.

She stepped aside to allow her students in, all of whom filed in quietly and stood near the wall, hands clasped in front of them.

"Now, class," Mrs. Coldwing said, closing the door behind her.

"Remember—be respectful. We're here to learn and to help."

She made her way to the bedside and turned to face the class.

"Now then… can anyone tell me what kind of injuries this student sustained? Keep in mind that some healing spells have already been used, so you'll need to look closely. Trust your instincts."

The students leaned in slightly, murmuring softly among themselves as they examined the bandaged form, the faint traces of bruising still visible along his jaw.

One student stepped forward, adjusting his glasses.

"Blunt trauma to the lower jaw," he said thoughtfully.

"Maybe from a punch or a strong impact. There's some bruising left even after healing…"

Mrs. Coldwing gave an approving nod.

"Very good. Go on."

The student hesitated, then added, "There may have been a burst of strength-enhancing skill involved… from the pattern of damage…"

"Excellent observation," Mrs. Coldwing said with a small smile.

"However, there was no strength-enhancing skill involved. And, it wasn't a punch—it was a kick."

She motioned toward the bruised side.

"You can tell by the spread of the bruising and the angle of the impact. There are a few other indicators as well, but we'll go into more detail tomorrow."

Mrs. Coldwing paused, tilting her head slightly as her eyes flicked up toward the wall clock.

Her expression shifted as she placed a hand against her cheek.

"Ah… it seems we've gone a little over our allotted time."

Clapping her hands gently to recenter the class's attention, she added, "Class is dismissed."

The students murmured amongst themselves as they bowed slightly and began filing out of the room one by one.

Mrs. Coldwing turned—

"Thank you for your patience with us."

"It's all good. I understand that students in the healing classes shouldn't have personal boundaries if they're going to learn properly. It's important." Nike smiled back.

Mrs. Coldwing's smile widened. "That's very mature of you. Thank you."

With that, she turned and followed the last of her students out, the door closing quietly behind her.

The room fell silent again, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

Nike exhaled slowly, her shoulders sinking back against the chair.