My eyelids fluttered open. I saw almost everyone at the CCD staring at me, worriedly. I took a quick glance around. White walls, white bed...infirmary.

"Um...I'm gonna go to the bathroom?"
I hesitantly got up and slowly walked over to the bathroom. Eventually they all caught on and began leaving, one by one. Then I finally pushed open the door, entering the room.

I didn't even sit down, as I pulled up my shirt. Small claw marks scattered around. That means Red got there while I was knocked out. Color filled my cheeks as I shivered. I splashed water on my face, taking deep breaths in between.

You must be careful.

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I sighed as I stared at the mirror that lay in front of me. Looking down at the R I glared. I then looked back at the mirror.

I look like shit.

My hair was a mess and seemed thinner than usual but it might just be in my head. I had quite a bit of dried blood covering my body. It was disgusting.

I opened a cabinet and grabbed some grey, thick gauze. I glowered at the cuts as I grabbed some ointment and dabbing it on the injuries. I hissed in pain once the dried blood cracked and fell off, leaving me with open wounds. My face was laced with tons of discomfort as I wrapped them up with the gauze.

I opened the door lazily and stepped out of the doorway. Everything I saw was a bit blurry and I could see colors in my eyes but I brushed it off without question.

"H-hey Uni," I stuttered, smiling. As I looked at him I could see black dots in my vision and a small buzz in my ear. The lights seemed to flicker constantly as I tried to keep walking.

"Nick are- are you okay?!" I heard him practically shout as I fell to my knees.

"Mm I'm fi-" I tried to say before the blackness consumed me and I fell to the ground.

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I groaned, holding my head as I sat up. I was in my bed and no one was in the room with me. I found it strange but shrugged it off. I just couldn't stop the feeling of me not walking to my bed and laying in it.

I swung my legs over the bed and bounced off to the floor. As my feet hit the cold floor shivers went up my spine. I scurried out the door leaving my footsteps to fill the otherwise empty room. I walked to the bathroom to see what I always see.

My face. I pressed my lips together and turned away. There was a few bruises. I bit my lower lip before taking off my clothes (and the gauze) and stepping into a small pot of hot, bubble filled, water.

After I got out of the warm water and soap, I wrapped a towel around my thin waste. As I let the air dry my hair I began washing blood from my clothes in cold water and soap. I winced at all the blood being consumed by the water.

There was just so much. I took the clothes and hung them on a drying rack. I then poured out the bloody water into the sink. I grabbed a brush from the sink counter and began brushing out the tangles in my mocha colored hair. Each time I pulled at a tangle I grimaced, the feeling of my raw skull getting to me. After I was done I grinned at the work I accomplished in the mirror.

I looked back at the drying rack to see the clothes a bit damp, but not soaked. I sneered at my own self pity and before slipping on the clothes, I wrapped my arms, legs and any body part that needed the new gauze.

I replaced the clothes by putting the towel on the drying rack. I then stumbled out of the bathroom and entered my room. I face planted into the sheets and yelped happily that I was okay. That was until, "Oh you got all pretty for me? How sweet." My head shot up but before I could do anything I was knocked out.