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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Infirmary → Lucas' dorm room hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Eachother
[color=662d91][b][u]Mood;[/u][/b][/color] Pain → Confusiong → Dread → Sore but better
[color=9e0b0f][b][u]Mood;[/u][/b][/color] Cheery[/center][hr]
With a jolt Lucas woke up from his dreamless sleep. Strangely enough, he enjoyed the darkness very much. But now his body had pulled him up, as the sun shone brightly in the infirmary. Immediately after he got up, he fell back down on the bed. As almost every muscle in his body cried out in anguish. The usual feelings after a night like that, though they were far more intense. He reckoned that it was because the onslaught on his body was far greater. Only after he consciously made his muscles relax could he push the pain away long enough to realize that he was not, in fact, near the auditorium. He was in the infirmary, which was odd to say the least. [color=9e0b0f]“Oh, you’re awake?”[/color] he looked up, and saw a much younger girl. He reckoned her to be a freshmen.

Amelia was surprised when she arrived at the infirmary. Truth be told with last night party she expected somewhat of a line of people. Yet the only visitor was one guy already sleeping in a bed. His knuckles and shinbones wrapped in bandages, a glass of water and some hangover pills next to his bed. All done in an incredibly orderly fashion Amelia could only applaud. When he woke up, she was rather surprised. His behavior clearly showed that he was in pain. She also saw the tension on his muscles. [color=9e0b0f]“You better stay down for now.”[/color] She followed up, as she grabbed a second glass of water.

[color=662d91]“How did I get here?”[/color] Lucas asked confused. He was getting even more confused when he saw the bandages. Confused and frightened. Had anyone seen him in that state? Someone had to. He didn’t know who would be worse. A Delphina would have taken pics and dumped them on the blog page. Showing the weakness of one of the strongest guys around. It would put a dent in his reputation. Milo and several other Mayweathers would have to suffer for that. Showing weakness among Delphinas is a fast way to the bottom of the ladder. And he had no intend to lounge there. Yet, if it was a Mayweather then Mayweather would know that Lucas got hurt. Would they stop fearing him? Pretty much the same plan would apply, but to a larger extend. Delphinas don’t need much persuasion to believe something they see clear as day. But when sheep stop fearing the wolf, blood had to flow before they are wise enough again to flee at the sight of him.

[color=9e0b0f]“No idea.”[/color] Answered Amelia, who carefully pricked her own finger and let two drips of her own blood fall into the glass of water. [color=9e0b0f]“I’m guessing your girlfriend? You got a good girl there. She bandaged you up good and put a bunch of pills next to your bed you’re going to want to take. You buy that girl a bouquet of flowers when you get out of here.”[/color] Amelia always did her best to appear like a ray of sunshine. And right now she really did believe that worked. She also loved teasing. Though she didn’t really realize it was Lucas she was talking to. Despite the swiftly scowly that flashed over his face, she kept on smiling.

Lucas looked over to the glass and pills. Ready in a much too orderly fashion for anyone he knew to have been put there. Never the less he followed up on the nurse girl’s advice. Swallowing a pill with some water, he collapsed deeper into the bed again. He knew he didn’t feel the full extent of the damage the alcohol the previous night had done to his brain. But it would come soon enough. The comment about having a girlfriend didn’t magically make a smile appear on his face. He hadn’t had someone who cared for him like that in a long time. At least with the sole exception of his sister. But he very much doubted she had come by that night. Still, just to evade even the chance of having to answer more questions, he kept silent. Until the girl handed him a glass with a reddish liquid in it. He looked confused at her, but she just pushed it in his hands saying:[color=9e0b0f] “Drink up.”[/color] He figured it to be some sort of medicine, so he opened his throat and poured it all in.

Amelia chuckled when the guy coughed a little. Clearly, when the first drop of her blood mixed with water hit his tongue he wanted nothing more than to spit it all out. But he kept it in, and swallowed it all. [color=662d91]“I need a glass of water.”[/color] He quickly said, and she gave him one. [color=9e0b0f]“Now stay down for at least half an hour.”[/color] He looked as if he wanted to protest, but Amelia cut him off. [color=9e0b0f]“You’re staying in that bed. If I have to restrain you or not, that I leave up to you. But one certainty right now is that you’re not getting out of that bed.”[/color] Her voice was forcefully caring. She would not accept any protest. And to his merit, he did not. He just laid down in the bed.
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After an hour that felt like a year he was finally allowed out of the bed, back to his dorm. He got a new pair of pants from the nurse, who for the entire half hour did not shut up. She literally couldn’t be more obnoxiously happy. But whatever the reddish fluid had been, it had done miracles. His wounds were dried up and ready to heal over. She handed him a small bottle of the reddish liquid and told him to just drink from it for the entire day. His wounds would seal in no time if he did so. Eventually he got near his dorm room.