“Don’t just stand there if you’re not going to help! Jesus Christ… Move!” You hear a familiar voice say through the ringing in your ears. You open your eyes and you can just barely make out a face through your blurry vision. It’s Andrew. The boy from your science class.

Andrew kneels down beside you, gently propping you up so that you’re sat with your back resting against the hallway wall.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s over. Can you hear me?” Andrew asks, his eyes trailing across your injuries.