You and the rest of the group got out of a huge fight,and everyone's taking shelter in an abandoned arena. You've got a gunshot wound in your rib that you didn't tell anyone about, several stabs and bruises, and Colin's got a few burns from a sun gun. Some of the members are hardly clinging to life, and everyone's either crying,asleep, hiding in their headphones, angry, or all. You're sitting in the corner, listening to Twenty One Pilots to try and distract yourself from your pain. Colin's been sulking in another corner, listening to them too. A few minutes later, you and Colin are arguing again. "I told your dumbass not to run ahead this time! Are you fucking stupid?!"