Ryan watched as the two suddenly disappeared. Ah. Well.. perhaps there was always next time. He exited the dorm room, finally letting go of the glass shard and putting it into a nearby trashcan. His hand bled profusely as he walked back towards his room. Ryan didn't have a key, so he simply smashed his hand against the window of the room, and climbed in. The glass from the broken window was crushed under his feet as he walked towards the bathroom, and took out the first aid kit.
Using the tweezers, Ryan pulled out the glass shards embedded in his hand one by one. After he was done, he took a suture and began stitching up the laceration he had. Ryan then wrapped his palm with a bandage and placed the emergency kit back in it's shelf. But, of course, he had a floor to clean, but Ryan decided to ignore it at the moment. After all, he needed something to calm his nerves after... that incident. Grabbing his pack, he pulled out a cigarette pack and a lighter. He took a cigarette out and began to smoke in his room.
It would probably kill him one day. But Ryan couldn't help but feel relaxed as he inhaled the thick smoke. It was as bitter as he remembered it... but it helped a lot. He then smothered it after a few minutes, and threw the cigarette into the toilet in his room and flushed it. Hopefully, those two wouldn't discover why he had actually been there.. His mind had just... He didn't have the words to explain it.
But he had better make sure something like that never happened again. It wasn't the most ideal outcome. But just in case.. Ryan pocketed the lighter and the cigarette pack. He didn't know if there was rules against it.. but he had to self medicate somehow....