Thomas POV

I was still worried about Aaron, but I didn't know he feels like that.

I try to follow him, seeing that he was heading to my dormitory.

Burr POV

Phew! He calmed down. I still go round him just in case. I'm not really good at comforting people, usually it's my sister who comforts me.

"James where is the tube and your ventolin?"

"B...bag...under...ta... table" He points at me, the dining room.

"Okay, I'm coming." I run to the living room to find a dark blue bag on the floor near the table. I search quickly. I find that the votenlin. I'm panning.

I look in a pocket and find it.

Phew!

James POV

Why he hates me? Ah ... Yes, the flowers. My breathing is accelerating more and more. I should have told him that I am allergic to them. I feel a warm hand touch my shoulder behind. I'm overjoyed and relieving myself a bit by seeing Ronnie's face.

"I've already shaken the ventolin," He murmurs, giving me the tube with the ventolin already set properly.

"Tha... thank you" I take it and make several breaths with the air of the ventolin inside.

"Aaron? Where are you? I'm sorry! "It's Thomas.

I froze. I don't want him to see me like that.

I see the door open. Thomas is here. Shit ... I still have my medicine in my hands.

Thomas POV

After going home, I washed my hands. I tremble when I see the blood falling on the sink. I go out of the bathroom. I'm looking for Burr, but don't see him go. I know it's a bad idea, but I decide to do it. I open the door of James to finally see him with Aaron sit on the ground, He is in tears with a tube in his hands. What did I do? He will always hate me.

"Aaron and James, I'm really sorry," I say, avoiding their eyes and touching my hair.

"Thomas, I know you, and I know you have a hard time keeping your anger, that's why I accept your apologies ... and you James? He's not like that, and you know it. "James took time, but he finally nodded slowly. I was so relieved that I could have jumped for joy. I try to hide a smile.

"Thank you," I say.

James POV

Since Thomas is in front of the door, I avoid looking at him. I watch the ground and see Aaron's sleeves and panic.

"Aa ... Aar .... on ..." I say upset.

"Yes?"

"Your sleeves are covered with blood," I say in a trembling voice. He looks elsewhere.

"Have you started again?"

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