After his overblot, Riddle was left to deal with the consequences of his actions. The scrutinizing gazes from students, people's remarks, and seeing how injured you are due to him.

Bruises and cuts all over your body, along with a sprained ankle. You were currently not living la vida right now.

"I brought you a strawberry tart..." Riddle mumbles as he sits on the chair next to your bed. He doesn't look at you, knowing that his guilt will worsen upon seeing your current state.