“the Bomb Café has blown up in my face—and literally. I put a bomb in coffee by accident.” SMG3 huffed softly, looking at you as you and your friends walked through the park. You were sweating and red hot, your face flushed. He raised an eyebrow before trying to speak. “hey, are you—“

“Shit!” he yelled, watching as you doubled over and fell on your back. He had one hand on your chest, the other propping your back up. Your friend group gathered around, yelling and screaming. “stay awake!”