d r e a m b o y | t. russell

2: s t u d y i n g

Ty's torso shot upright in the darkness of his dorm room. His bare chest was sweating immensely, and he felt extremely lightheaded.

He stumbled out of his bed, he needed help. Sure, Ty had felt extremely lightheaded before, but not to this extent. His arms held desperately onto the cold walls as he made his way to the door. He did the first thing that came to mind, and that meant going next door. He knocked, the rhythm unsteady and too harsh for that time of night.

"Raymond." He forced through gritted teeth, it almost sounded like a whimper.

"What the fuck? It's way too late for this shit—" The door swung open, Ty almost fell over onto Raymond. He looked up to meet Raymond's gaze. Ty had a pained expression, his eyes were blurry and one was half closed, his eyebrows were stitched, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

"T-Ty? What the hell is wrong with you?" Raymond grasped his shoulders tightly, when his hand came in contact with Ty's right shoulder, he winced and hissed.

"F-Fuck—" Ty nearly screamed, he pulled himself from Raymond's hold, but almost fell backwards. Ty's legs were like jelly underneath him, his brain became more foggy and lightheaded, he thought he was going to collapse at any second.

Fortunately, Raymond caught his left arm, then guided him into his room. Ty had never seen such a worried expression on Raymond's face. He sat him down in the chair by his desk, then moved to Ty's right side, his back facing Raymond.

"Holy shit, bro." Raymond's voice was still harsh, but the fear in his voice was obvious. Thankfully, Ty had slept shirtless, because it would be very painful for him to take off his shirt in the state he was in. His right shoulder had a stinging scar, that would most certainly be permanent, running down his bicep and shoulder blade in a lightning-like pattern that his veins resembled. It was a sickly, sallow color and looked like a bruise almost. Raymond turned the chair around so Ty would face him, the scar was scattered across his right collarbone as well, but it didn't reach his chest.

Ty started squirming uncomfortably, his whole body was shaking and he bit his bottom lip to where he almost cut through it with his teeth. His shoulder jolted and he let out a pained yelp.

"Stay here, I'm getting help." Raymond sprinted down the halls, skipping steps on his way down the stairs, then skidded to a halt at their homeroom teacher's room.

He knocked frantically, there was a grunt heard in the room, then footsteps approaching the door. It swung open, revealing a half-asleep Mr. Ellison, who jumped to life when seeing Raymond's disheveled countenance. No one had ever seen Raymond like this, so it meant something bad must have happened.

"Raymond? What happened?" He grabbed the younger's shoulders, he stood at the same height as him, staring into his amber eyes.

"It's Ty, something happened to him. He's hurt." Raymond replied immediately. Some of the students were gathered at the end of the hall, peering around the corner to see what the commotion was.

"Students, go back to your dorms. Raymond, where is he?" Mr. Ellison made his way up the stairs in a hurry, having heard Ty's location.

Raymond's door was cracked open, he had forgotten to close it. Mr. Ellison didn't hesitate to enter, then immediately rushed to Ty's side, seeing his condition.