"Hey," Na-yeon said, looking at Gyeong-su. "You... you're bleeding."
"What?" Gyeong-su said.
"Gyeong-su, your nose is bleeding," Cheong-san said.
"It is?" Gyeong-su wiped his sleeve on his nose, spotting the blood. He sighed. "It's because Su-hyeok hit me with the stupid mop."
Stand back. Don't come closer. You were bit, weren't you?
"No, I wasn't," Gyeong-su replied as he reached over to grab a tissue. "Su-hyeok hit me."
Na-yeon backs away, though.
"Why do you keep picking on me?" Gyeong-su asked.
"You were bit!" Na-yeon accused. "I-sak got a nosebleed just before she turned. On-jo, you know. That's how I-sak was before she turned."
"I wasn't bit. I swear!" Gyeong-su replied.
"I don't see a bite mark anywhere," Aeja pointed out.
But Na-yeon spotted something else, "On his hand. What is that?"
Gyeong-su looked down at his hand and let out another sigh. "This is from when I picked up the computer. Don't you trust me? This happened while I was saving you. How could you do this?"
Aeja walked over, gently grabbing Gyeong-su's hand. She examined it for a moment.
"It's just a small cut," Aeja said. "A graze, at most. You can check if you don't believe me."
Su-hyeok walked over, "It's a scratch. I'm sure of it."
"Ms Park, please take a look," Cheong-san said.
Ms Park walked over, also looking at the scratch. "I don't see a bite. It's a scratch. Thank goodness."
"Satisfied?" Gyeong-su asked, looking over at Na-yeon. "I asked if you were satisfied."
"But did you have to throw the computer?" Dae-su asked.
"What could I do?" Gyeong-su asked, who was gradually getting annoyed. "It was trying to get in."
"I'm saying you did good," Dae-su replied. "Na-yeon. Say you're sorry and end this."
"Why should I?" Na-yeon asked.
"He did it to save us," Dae-su said. "Just say you're sorry."
"Why should I say sorry?" Na-yeon asked. "I saw everything. I saw it grab his hand. I'm right! He might be infected."
"Na-yeon, that's enough," Ms Park said.
"It really touched him," Na-yeon protested.
"Does being touched mean he's infected?" Cheong-san asked.
"We don't even know if you can get infected from one of them grabbing you," Aeja agreed.
"Who knows?" Na-yeon replied. "It might."
"I held I-sak's hand before she fell," On-jo spoke up. "Why am I okay?"
"He had a wound on his hand," Na-yeon replied. "It's different when it's an open wound."
Aeja rolled her eyes at this.
"Think about it!" Na-yeon continued.
"Na-yeon, it's obvious you've hated Gyeong-su for ages, but accusing him of being a zombie when it's just a small cut is stupid," Aeja stepped forwards. "You might as well just say all of us are infected."
"I never said that," Na-yeon replied.
"Do you see anyone here without a scratch on them?" Aeja asked.
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FanfictionEvery student in every High School is different. Different hair. Different eye colour. Different opinions. Different dreams. Aeja is no different from this, despite feeling like there is no one else like her. No one like her who shared her pain and...