Stone Cold

Thank You

"Let's just take her to a hospital for once." Silas pleaded.

"No. They would ask for the cause of injury. He'll hurt her far worse if word gets out." Phoenix replied, guilt biting into him as he spoke.

"I'll do it. Just keep her steady." Lance sighed, getting on his feet to take the supplies.

Wren groaned softly, a weak attempt was made to push off Phoenix's hand from her shoulders, but she failed.

"Bear with us for a while, alright?" Silas smiled at her, but he turned around and gave Lance a concerned look.

An emotion they all shared.

Lance wiped off the blood, and patched up the gash above her eyebrow, receiving curse words every time the pain was unbearable for her.

Time passed, and all that was left for him to do was to dislodge a glass shard in her right shoulder.

"Can you do it?" Phoenix asked quietly.

"I'll have to." Lance mumbled.

Silas gave him a reassuring nod, but offered none of his own thoughts.

Wren was half-asleep, deliriously mumbling anything that came to her mind.

"I'm sorry." Lance whispered, stroking her hair gently before he sat behind her.

He took it out as quickly as he could, but Wren's eyes became wide open as she gasped.

Her eyes rolled back and she went limp in Phoenix's hold.

Lance cleaned the wound, sewed it to the best of his abilities and bandaged it as neatly as possible.

"She'll be fine, soon." Lance murmured to himself.

They knew what he said wasn't a fact, it was just what they wanted to happen.

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"Hey. You okay? You're not looking too good." Declan tilted his head, getting a better look at Wren.

"Not looking good? I've never looked better." She attempted at a scoff, but it came out weak.

"If you need to go to a hospital I could drive you."

Wren shook her head and pulled down her hair, barely covering the angry cut above her eyebrow.

"You sure?" Declan pressed.

"Yes." Wren insisted, shouldering her bag on her left side for the first time.

A bunch of younger boys ran in her direction, making her reflexively put out her hand to avoid them.

Lucky her, they didn't hit her.

Not so lucky her, she was right-handed and all her reflexes lied in her dominant hand.

She grimaced, dropped her hand and gently touched her shoulder.

Declan kept a distance as they walked to class, but he couldn't help but keep her in his line of sight.

Just in case.

Fortunately, their classes matched up.

He walked with her to all their classes, before they finally reached the last period of the day.

Chemistry.

He sighed to himself.

Sure, all the cheesy pickup lines were made in this class, but no one in his class actually liked the damn class.

All of them were too busy trying to flirt.

Wren was the last to walk in, which meant that he was too.