"Hey, what the hell happened, man?" Joe asked as he stepped out of the restroom, staring at Kael's bandages.
Kael let out a quiet sigh, the kind that carried more weight than sound, and slowly turned over to the other side—away from the unwelcome sight.
With a weary motion, he pulled the bedsheet over himself, as if it could shield him not just from the cold, but from everything he didn't want to face.
"It's nothing, Joe. Go to sleep, we have school tomorrow."
Joe didn't listen. He moved quickly and sat by Kael's bed, eagerly tapping on him.
"Oww, Joe! I said go to bed. I don't want to talk about this. Just let me sleep, okay?"
"But it's just the first day. How did you get this injured? What were you up to?"
"It's none of your business, Joe. Just... just go to bed, okay? We can talk about this tomorrow."
