I froze at my spot, I couldn't seem to remember when my hand got slashed by myself.
*I guess I cut it when the teacher suddenly spoke* I thought.
"hey, Iris!! Your hand" Yasuo who sat in front of me was now horrified, everyone in the class stopped doing their work and was concentrating on me now.
"Iris!! Are you okay?" Mark jumped and sat down in front of me taking my hand in his. I couldn't say anything but I spoke-
"hm I'm fine" Mark looked at me so much worried, I slowly took my hand back and smiled at him.
"Mark, get back to your seat and focus on your work everyone" the teacher castigated everyone and continued "Go to the medical room before it gets bad"
I nodded and got my ass up from the seat, I could see James worried, I smiled at him and mouthed to him that I'm fine.
I got to the infirmary, my hand was still bleeding. I started to search for a towel but my bad... I was a righty, and I got my right hand slashed, I'm shit.
I kicked the desk out of frustration, my anger, frustration, tears, and happiness were the things I couldn't deal with.
"what the hell is happening to ME!!" I let it out of my fucking throat, I looked like a fresh teenager right now, who couldn't fight her problems.
I sat down, sliding myself off the wall of the infirmary behind me putting my non-bleeding hand over my eyes. I sighed, heavily.
"Ayo, what was that for?" I heard a familiar voice all of a sudden, I looked up lazily and it was Lysander... The cause of every problem.
I didn't even have an idea why was I blaming him.....
I straightened myself and walked towards him, "Well nothing, how's your nose?" I asked him and seated myself on the chair beside his bed.
"yeaahhhh!! I'm all good now" he yelled and stretched himself. I noticed the blood stains on his T-shirt.
"I just got woke up by your violent deeds," he said as he shifted closer to my chair.
"well...I was finding a towel and some bandages" I said and sighed. "why what's wrong?" Cyrus looked at me as I pulled out my bleeding hand which wasn't planning to stop bleeding.
His eyes widened as he asked, "How did this happen?" his eyes again locked with me as I shifted my gaze away from him.
"er... I scratched myself by cutter" I said carelessly.
Cyrus suddenly got up from his bed and started walking away from me. I didn't say anything but my eyes were still fixed on him.
He came back, with a towel and bandages. I looked at him confused as he sat down again at the place he was sitting before.
You Shouldn't play with sharp things, dummy" he said softly as he threw some antiseptic on the towel.
He grabbed my hand gently making my stomach flip. He wiped my hand covered in blood.
Why was he doing this? Why did my stomach clenched at his touch? I guess, staying away from him is a better opinion.