sal was in class when his phone went off. He assumed it was Travis and- yeah, it was. 'bathroom. Help.' The message read. He excused himself, taking his bag with him. He had an idea why Travis messaged him. He gently knocked on the stall door before going in- it was a big stall so there was room for both of them. "Hey buddy. How are you feeling, everything okay?" He asked, his tone laced with concern. Under his prosthetic, he had a gentle smile.