"Oh, dear..." Celeste bites her lip and shakes her head. "Are you sure you're alright, Lucas?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"But you were injured."
Lucas scoffs and waves a hand dismissively. "I've been through worse."
I've only just arrived on the scene.
Lucas is on his back.
Undignified.
Celeste is standing near to him, arms full of books.
And talking about him being injured?!
"The hell did I just walk in on?"
I don't wait for an explanation. I grab him by the shirt and yank him up, ignoring his startled yelp.
"Ow! Diane, you're gonna tear my shirt-"
"How bad is the injury? You better not have gotten yourself crippled right before our trip so that I've got to leave you behind, idiot."
"Hey, hey, relax! It's not that bad. It's just a cut. A small one."
"And where is it?"
"On my shoulder, but-"
I pull his shirt collar down, revealing the red slash. It's not large or deep, but it's still a wound.
"Diane, it's really not that big of a deal. I can bandage it myself."
"Shut up."
