❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟❥•

•❊Distinguished|Part Seventeen❊•

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:
APOLOGIES FOR ALL ERRORS.

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Opening your eyes slowly, you let out a small groan. Your head was hurting, and you felt very weak. The first thing you noticed was the ceiling, because you had been laying on your back. A frown formed on your face before you felt someone dab a warm, wet piece of cloth along your forehead.

"(Y/N)," you recognized the voice to be Mason's. Turning your head to the right, you spotted him. There was a table beside him, with a basin of water sitting atop the surface. "Hey," he studied you. "You're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

You closed your eyes and attempted to recall the events that had unfolded, prior to your collapse. In an instant, the memories came flooding through your mind. You had gotten sick when you had thought about Chelsea, and what had happened to her. Your eyes shot open and you groaned again.

"Hey," he took the cloth away from your head and placed it on the table.

"Where am I?" you questioned meekly.

"In the school hospital building," he informed you. "You collapsed during the math lecture and-"

"Yeah," you cut him off. "I remember that,"

"Professor Jackson asked me to bring you here," he explained. "He had to continue with his class, but he said that he would come by to see how you were doing,"

"Oh," your face fell slightly. You weren't sure if you wanted to see him, especially since the image of Chelsea's drained body was still stuck in your mind.

"The school nurse said that you're dehydrated," he stared at you. "Perhaps some fruit will be good for you," he looked around before looking back at you. "Wait here and-"

"Wait," you grabbed his hand gently. "Please don't...leave," you looked at him. "I don't want to be...all alone,"

"But the fruit-"

"Forget about the fruit for a moment," you let out a small laugh. "Stay here and talk to me until the nurse says I'm all better,"

Mason chuckled a little and nodded slightly before someone knocked at the room door. A second passed before it opened - revealing Michael.

He stared at you as he walked in, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. "(Y/N)," he said your name. "How are you...uh...feeling?" he looked at Mason before bringing his eyes back to your form.

"Fine," you mumbled.

A moment of silence took over the room, seemingly taking over the air of the room. Michael waited for a minute to pass before he addressed Mason. "Could I speak with the young lady...in private?"

Mason stood up and nodded. "Sure, sir. I'll be waiting outside," he walked out of the room and pulled the door shut. At this point, you brought your eyes to meet Michael's.

"What do you want?" your tone was low. You licked your pale lips, shaking your head slightly.

"(Y/N), I just...wanted to make sure that you were okay," he sighed. "When you collapsed in class, I was so worried,"

You scoffed and sat up slowly, turning to look at your teacher. "Why would you care anyway?" you frowned. "Humans probably mean nothing to you at all," you spat. "Who knows? Maybe I'll be next," you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"(Y/N), I have my reasons. If you'd just listen to me," he kept his voice quiet. "I can...explain..."

"You can't explain what you did to Chelsea," you began to breathe rapidly. "Can you?"