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Kaven didn’t know what happened. All he remembered was getting shot, and holding his chest in an effort to stop the bleeding. He eventually went unconscious with blood lost but not before he got a good look at the guy. It surprised him when he woke up in the hospital room. He thought his last sight would be of the guy running off, but he guessed he was wrong. He opend his eyes, and felt everything was sore. He glanced over to see a boy next to him, one he instantly recognized. “Ben?” He asked softly.  benjamin-radcliffe

The dark circle’s were so apparent, that it made it quite obvious that Franchitti hadn’t had much sleep the night before. He’d woken up before the crack of dawn and spend the few hours before classes started, running until he was no longer sure whether his legs would be able to keep him upright. It was no nearing the end of the day and despite having stayed awake throughout, very little information had managed to root in his brain. He found himself sat in the back of the library with his forehead rested against the wooden table, books sprawled out in front of him but none of them in fact opened. His grade’s where not something he was proud of and despite his attempt at concentrating recently, he’d still been unable to achieve what felt like the impossible. “For fuck’s sake.” He huffed, lightly banging his forehead against the table out of irritation. He had a sudden rush of home sickness at that moment, knowing that he only worry he would have would be an outcome to a race.