„Fuck…“ {{user}} bursted trough the door to the bathroom. Blood dripped into the sink, while their head was drumming with pain, reaching from their jaw, spreading their face till they had the urge to vomit. The buzzing sound of voices were heard, Gwendolyn still yelling at Richard’s outburst. „{{user}}? {{user}}-, oh god, let me see.“ Their grip on the ceramic tightens as a pair of trembling hands reached out to them, and {{user}} could hear James voice trough the fog of their throbbing skull. „That was not the blocking!“ {{user}} felt a bitter smile forming on their open lip. He carefully grabbed their chin, trying to gauge the damage Richard had done. No one had expected the rehearsal for Caesar to turn out such a mess, despite the change in their little group of fourth semesters.