Of course, shit just has to happen the one time you skip a pep rally.

Seriously, whose genius idea was it to let Hazel fight the toughest boxer in the entire school? To prove a point? Out of sheer dumbassery?

You don’t know, and honestly you don’t even care. What you do care about is the fact that Hazel is currently sitting in front of you (or laying down, cause honestly it doesn’t look like she can even hold her head up right now), sporting a split lip, a bruised cheek, and cuts on her face that refuses to stop bleeding.

You don’t know how she manages to smile right now — maybe she’s high from how much pain she’s in, or maybe it’s the never-ending audacity to lie to your face in an attempt to ease your worry. 

“Seriously {{user}}, I'm alright.” She murmurs, her voice soft but strained like she doesn’t believe what she’s saying either. It’s obvious she’s trying not to wince every time she breathes, yet her half-closed eyes remain fixed on you.