Marian takes notes. 

"....I think this kid has a different problem than being depressed," she says to Wen Qing in a low voice. It feels weird and awkward talking about a patient 'behind his back' right in front of him, but what else is she supposed to do. "I - wait so he literally said he did a lot of crimes but if people try to punish him then he'll break their fingers?" 

"Yes, he did. I think he has the very bad parents."

"I...sort of feel like to be responsible here I should ask him about his, uh, parents, and history? But I'm worried he'll get mad and violent, he...gives me that feeling. Uh, if he - gets mad - can you stop him from hurting either of us?" 

"Yes," she says with complete certainty. "--He's a maleficer. Do you notice the odd creepy feeling you get?"

"- Ohhhhh. Is that what that is. - Yeah, I noticed, it's sort of - like he's a horror movie character with a horror soundtrack except metaphorically? ...Anyway. Can you, uh, ask him if - people have hurt him before...?" 

"Yes, but then I got strong enough to kill them so now they don't hurt me anymore."

(Marian might notice that he has only nine fingers.)

Marian is so not qualified for this in any way! But even the homicidal maleficer kid is still a student, right? And he's coming to her for help and that means he's her patient, and - he clearly DOES have a problem, right...? 

"...Okay, I'm pretty worried about him," she admits to Wen Qing. "Can you tell him that I really want to help him with his problem and I just don't think heroin will help, and I'm thinking about it?" 

The problem is that if she gives him drugs that aren't fun, he'll...notice, presumably? Okay, are there actually any drugs that are good for - what, childhood trauma plus possibly being psychotic from murdering people for magic? - and also fun? Gaaaaaaaah.

"Heroin will help because when I'm on heroin I'm not bored."

“I think he disagrees with us about what his problem is,” Marian mutters. “I really don’t want to give him heroin though! Can you, uh, ask if he has cravings for it.”

So far her mental search for anything at the intersection of “treats depression and/or PTSD” and “used recreationally” is ketamine, and she’s pretty sure that randomly giving ketamine to a 14-year-old murderer because he asked for drugs is the sort of thing you lose your nursing license for. 

"No, I just like it."

....Well, what the heck. It's not like the Ontario Board of Nursing has any way of finding out what she's getting up to in the magic death school, and...well, if they do, she would trade losing her nursing license for getting out of here alive. 

And in the meantime, this obviously traumatized and possibly-slowly-going-insane-from-blood-magic kid is clearly bored, and giving him heroin is a terrible idea but if she refuses he'll probably try to relieve his boredom by murdering people instead. Which would be worse. 

"...Uh. Can you - ask him if it's okay if the void gives me a drug that isn't heroin but is still fun and will make him not bored anymore?" Marian thinks she can probably sell the school on the therapeutic benefits of something like ketamine. Which incidentally sounds like it would keep him distracted from murdering anyone for, like a while. 

"Yes."

Then Marian is going to go very politely ask the void to please give her some drugs that are known to help with processing trauma, but are also pleasant to take rather than unpleasant. Like ketamine, or MDMA, or– no, she should absolutely not give anyone here psychedelics, regardless of their possible benefits being explored in cutting-edge psych research. 

The void seems to consider this for a bit, and then cheerfully dispenses some little baggies of white crystally-powder stuff. They seem to not all be the same substance; the textures are different. 

....Shit. No sticky note, even. (Maybe the void is trying to give her plausible deniability? No, that makes no sense...) 

"Wen Qing?" she says sheepishly. "Do you, uh, have a spell that could check if this is toxic? I don't know what it is except that it meets the specifications I gave the void." 

"My spell thinks all alcohol is poison, but does it matter if he dies? He's a maleficer, if he's alive he'll just kill people."

"O.....kaaaaaaay." 

Marian thinks this is NOT how medical ethics work, actually! 

She turns back to the void. "Can you please label them for me again?" 

With a vague feeling of grumbly reluctance, the void spits out some sticky notes. 

"....Okay." One of the drugs is MDMA and one of them is ketamine and Marian, having never seen either one before, has no idea which is which. 

She is absolutely not giving both of them to this kid, though, he'll probably take it all at once and then something terrible will happen. 

"- Here," she says, and offers him one of the packets at random. "Uh, Wen Qing, you can tell him that if he wants he can come back again tomorrow and have more drugs, but that's a day worth of drugs." 

"Thank you!"

Free chocolate, free drugs... school is awesome actually.

What the fuck did she just DO??? 

"- Oh uh and please tell him he needs to stay here until the drugs kick in!" Marian adds hastily. "Just in case it's a bad batch or he's allergic or something." 

He already has the drugs! Sayonara, Marian!

- okay, you know what, whatever. He can make his choices and hopefully they'll involve less murder than they otherwise would. Marian is fairly sure that whichever drug he actually got, both MDMA and ketamine are not exactly the kind of high that make you feel murdery. 

She will wait to see if he's actually going to walk out before conferring with Wen Qing on how much of a disaster that was. It could have been worse? He didn't even get slightly violent with her? And possibly if he approves of her, he might be willing to help guard her from monsters later? ...This is probably a really unethical motive to have, as the school nurse, but Marian has limited options for keeping herself alive, okay. 

A cautious head pokes around the door. "Is the terrifying maleficer gone?" its owner says in English.

"Yes, Huaisang."