Evans POV:
" are you ok?"
I hear the all too familiar voice of Connor Murphy. All of a sudden my heart feels as if it stops, then starts beating as fast as it can. I can feel my chest rise and fall as my breathing gets rough. I can barely feel anything as my back hits the cold concrete wall and then the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. I feel two strong yet shaking hands wrap around my waist. I hear a faint
"Help!we need help!"
Everything around starts to blur before going completely black.
When I wake up, I hear the constant beep...beep...beep of an unknown machine somewhere near me. I open my eyes to see three chairs in a row in front of a window. With excruciating pain, I turn my head to see the door closed. I'm alone. Great. Just as I'm thinking this, however, the door handle starts to twist. Connor Murphy walks in with a black composition book and a blue pen. I mutter a small " H-hi?" And his head snaps in my direction. A huge smile tugs at his lips as he slams his body into one of the chairs by the window. "Hey" he replies. We talk for a bit, mostly about what happened. He tells me he'll sign my cast, which I didn't even know I had until he mentioned it. " I don't have a Sharpie so I hope you do.  " I say
"I do. " he replies. After about an hour he says he needs to go home. Before he goes, he tears out two pieces of paper from his notebook.
" don't judge. Please. " he says as he hands me the papers.
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