Crying, yelling, and shouting was the only thing that could be heard as Fresh had begun to regain his consciousness. A small grunt with a slight whine escaped from his lips as his eyes had opened slightly, revealing the small pink heart that was in one of his eyes. "C.." He trailed off, struggling to form a sentance. "Cray..." Fresh managed to choke out as he laid quietly on the ground with the nurse on the phone. He tilted his head to see his older brother shouting at three jocks, the three jocks that had started this.
"YOU BE..... THA.. H.... IS... OKA...!" He had heard his brother shout, he could barely comprehend what was happening around him as the room spun. His eyes trailed right back up to Toriel, the schools nurse. "Fre.... Fresh!" Her voice shouted as the ringing in his ears ceased and he regained his vision. "Thank goodness you're alright.." Toriel spoke softly as he gently pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, "I don't know why you had passed out.. An anxiety attack maybe? I don't... I'm an awful nurse for saying this, but, I don't know the symptoms for an anxiety attack.. But you're not warm so I don't suspect that you have any sort of cold.." Toriel sighed a bit. "I don't give any sort of fucks if that nerd is hurt or not, he's good for nothing but doing homework." PJ's voice spoke, you could practically hear his smirk. "He could swan dive off the roof for all I care." he shrugged a bit. "Paperjam!" A new, stern voice shouted. The voice belonging to Coach Error, "Prinipals office! Now!" He shouted once more with a small scoff, earning a small groan as his footsteps soon disappeared. "How are you feeling dear?" Toriel glanced back down at Fresh, the pale male gave a small breath as he breathed to speak. "F.. Fine.." He had mumbled out tiredly as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Fresh! Oh thank god you're okay!" Fresh's brother's voice spoke as he felt a hand on his shoulder, earning a small nod from the small male. "Come on, I could help you home or to class.. It's youe decision.." Cray spoke to his younger brother softly as he helped him to his feet, "I'm.. I'm fine.. I can make it through the day.." Fresh had muttered softly, "Are you sure? I don't want you getting hurt.." Cray said worriedly as he watched Fresh quickly walk by him,
"I'm okay."
\\I know it isn't much, but, it's something.//
