Derrick had been about to turn around whenever she grabbed him and pulled him into the room. "What-" was all he could get out before her arm turned into his. He didn't honestly need to be in this room of all others right now, besides maybe that girl who threw her phone at him. He just sighed inwardly and let her drag him into the bathroom, which he thought looked a little awkward. Derrick just hoped that Ell didn't come in while they were there and get the wrong idea. His thoughts shifted back to the problem at hand, his face beginning to feel funny from the blood completly drying. When he saw himself in the mirror, he gaped. I didn't know it was that bad! he thought, staring. Why didn't they tell me? Then he remembered they did, and he almost started laughing. How stupid was he? Pretty stupid, if I don't remember that my room was 107. Hey, wait... "I know it now!" he blurted out, then quieted down again. "107," he whispered, suddenly wondering why her arm was looking like his.

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