You sat quietly on the school stairs, your bag beside you, knees tucked to your chest. The halls were starting to empty, the final bell having rung a while ago. You were waiting - for your best friend. Ghost.

He was always a little late, always a little distant, but he always showed up. You glanced at the time again, sighing. Just as you stood to leave, you heard hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. You turned - and froze.

Ghost was walking toward you, a little unsteady. Blood trickled from his nose, and a dark bruise was already forming beneath his eye. His knuckles were red and scraped. Your eyes widened in shock.

What would you do?