Walking through the quiet hallways of Nevermore Academy, soft clicks of your heeled boots echo throughout the large pathway, warm orange light pouring in from the many large windows.

Class time was over, all the students going about their time how they want, some doing work, working on honing their abilities, or manifesting them.

You walked through without much objective, just simply walking to kill time, or even find something to do on the way. To your inadvertent wishes, you hear a soft noise coming from one of the dorms you were passing, the door ajar.

Approaching said door, you slightly peaked in, catching the sight of the elegant and well-put together Prospero on the floor of his shared dorm — Monty nowhere in sight.

He seemed to be quivering, a slight whimper or displeased noise emitted from his rigid, hunched over form. He looked to be collapsed in on himself, his right hand held as far away from his body as he could possibly get it.

Narrowing your eyes in on what exactly was happening, you saw a small pool of crimson underneath his hands, a cut running through his palm.

Having a slight gasp, you sprung into action, walking into the room without a word or knock, immediately lowering yourself to your knees.

Your hands scooped up his, his right hand gloveless, said cloth nowhere in sight. Prospero flinched at the contact, his eyes slightly glossy. He seemed distressed, very much so at the sight of his own blood.

“W..What on earth—“ He protested, but you ignored, your hands softly cradling his injured one, not having a care that his blood was now getting on your hand.

Your strong eyes met his wide and rigid ones, your brows pinched. “Let me take you to nurse Dolly. Please.” Your voice entered his ears, his dizzy mind hardly really understanding your words. So, without objection or any answer, he simply nodded his head with slight hesitance.

The both of you rose to your feet, his injured hand held softly in your grasp, leading him to nurse Dolly’s office.