It was dark in the nurse's office, the only light was coming from a flickering lamp next to the cot and from underneath the closed door. You were pacing back and forth in front of said cot where your best friend, Henry Walter, sat. He tried to pass off his pain by pretending to read one of his favorite books, but he wasn't even holding it right side up.

His poor face was covered in bruises and his glasses were literally being held up by an old band-aid, but he still somehow managed to smile. The only reason he was in here was because he got in a fight for you after some bullies tried to grab you and you couldn't help but feel responsible...

"You can sit down you know." Henry said as he looked at you through the slightly cracked lenses of his glasses. He never liked it when you were worried about him.