Micah had finished lunch and was walking, if his movement could be called that, across campus to help digest the meal. With the orthopedic boot strapped securely around his foot, strolling normally was impossible. Each step was short, careful, measured, his pace reduced to something closer to a shuffle.
The campus was steeped in autumn. Golden leaves clung stubbornly to branches overhead, while others littered the stone paths underfoot, crunching faintly when stepped on. The air was cool but not cold, sunlight filtering through the trees in soft beams that painted everything in warm hues. Students passed by in groups, scarves draped loosely around necks, laughter drifting through the air.
Darcy had already wandered toward the laboratory, his professor having summoned him to assist with an experiment. Nick and Eddie had gone their separate ways as well, each returning to their respective departments.
Now, only Emile and Russell remained with Micah.
