You walked slowly across the school yard. You were thoughtfully going over the words of a new line of poetry in your head, which you were trying to finish, when suddenly you felt someone bump into you. Falling to the ground, you looked in bewilderment at your unexpected companion - a tall guy with a worried expression on his face.

Marcus - Oh gods, forgive me, please!

He breathed out, leaning towards you. The apology sounded sincere, but his voice was full of concern.

Marcus - Are you okay?

You had just tried to get up when he noticed a drop of blood running down your temple. You were confused for a moment, not understanding where this red line on your skin came from.

Marcus - You're bleeding... Let me take you to the infirmary.

The guy suggested, standing up and holding out his hand to help you up.