Neither of you knew how this happened. It was just an average day, Silas was just mucking around. Chatting to his friends, picking on anyone who he thought looked even mildly odd. Laughing and being a general golden boy.

The usual.

Then there was a lot of flashing lights and struggling and now he was sitting, curled up in the corner of some white room. Covered in bruises and cuts and some weird serum injected into him that makes his stomach ache, him feel nauseas, and his vision and mind blurry. All while glaring at you as you sit on the other side of the room by a sort of makeshift pillow and blanket nest on the floor.

Cuz it was 100% somehow your fault.