Haze (A Leafycynical & Leafnision Fanfic)

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Calvin gasped when he received a harsh kick to the chest. He had a hard time getting any oxygen into his lungs and each breath he took felt like fire blooming in his chest.

"Get up." The man above him demanded.

"Fuck you." Calvin managed to choke out in a quiet voice laced with pain.

He wasn't sure what exactly he had done to this guy. He doesn't even think he's seen him before. The last few days he had been keeping to himself, only talking to Pyro and sometimes Greg. What the fuck was this guy's problem?

His nose was bleeding. He could feel the blood trickling down the side of his face and dripping onto the cold floor.

His remark resulted in the man's foot coming down hard on his wrist causing Calvin to open his mouth in a silent scream.

He doesn't even remember how this happened. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was walking to the back door to smoke and being pulled into one of the many janitor's closets spread throughout the school.

Why did he always end up in these situations?

"Pathetic." He could hear from above him before the door opened and fell shut.

No one else was in the small room now that had become a mess when Calvin had been knocked back against a shelf and caused some plastic bottles of cleaning solution to fall.

His wrist hurt. Really fucking hurt. It could be broken for all he knew. No this wasn't a break, he knew what that felt like. It was probably a fracture.

He used his mostly uninjured hand to reach into his pocket and took out his phone.

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Pyro was planning on staying for class today, but when he got an oddly vague text from his best friend he couldn't help but be concerned.

Calvin: Help
And another text sent directly after.
Calvin: 3rd hall closet

Of course, Pyro had grabbed his bag and left the room. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he did so, but the teacher new him well enough that she didn't question it.

Too many thoughts were spinning in his head as he made his way to the janitor's closet that he believed Calvin was in.

Was he injured? Was he high? Was he.. Raped?

Pyro didn't even want to consider the last one.

When turned the cold metal handle of the door and pushed it open, he found himself dropping his bag and rushing over to the barely conscious man's side.

"Pyro.." He could hear him say quietly.

"I'm here, hold on. I'm gonna get help."

Calvin tried desperately to get up when he saw Pyro take out his phone. The younger man gently eased him back onto the ground once again.

"You're going to hurt yourself. Just lay down."

"Not the hospital.. Please." Just the tone that Calvin had spoke in left Pyro dialling Greg's number instead of 911. He just sounded so.. Weak. In the back of his mind, he wondered if this was how he sounded when he was begging Keem to stop.

He was repulsed by the thought.

"Greg, come to the janitor's closet in third hall quick."

"I'm not gonna do drugs with-"

"We're not, Cal's hurt." He hung up.

He redirected his attention to the man on the floor.

"Do you know who did this to you? Where does it hurt?"