Red pov.
Why do all these horrible things always seem to happen at our school. It's really creepy. To be honest I sometimes wonder if the school will get shut down. First it was just a perverted janitor, now Majora is in the hospital in serious condition. When will it end? Because of the injuries Majora had people are wondering if some deranged murder is in, or was in the school.
Blue said his parents might be thinking about transferring him into a new school. Green and his brother haven't told their parents, about Majora being sent to the hospital during lunch, at the school. I don't know if Vio and Shadow have told either of their parents. But mine probably have or soon will find out through the teachers (They're friends with most of the staff) social media accounts.
The tension is growing. It's been growing since the start of the year. I just hope no one gets hurt. Even if the students and staff are only now seeing it, I know it's been here for months before Tingle's arrest. Something is going to happen, possibly at our school. But the only question is what is going to happen?
Vio pov.
"Mom, I'm going out, I'll be back before eight!" I yell to my mom in the kitchen. Closing the door I pull my scarf closer. Winter is always a bitch here. Anyways I'm going to the hospital to see Majora. I need to know everything I can about what happened to him. Plus I want to quiz him a bit myself on why he clings to my boyfriend.
One of the big appeals of this neighborhood, is that there is hospital within six miles. Good thing too, considering the reason I'm going there. The school board actually put into the protocol that a kid going to the hospital isn't reason to let the kids out early, because a bunch of idiots would break each other's arm in order to get out of school. To be honest after seeing someone half dead no one is going to learn anything.
Arriving I go over to the front desk, the women there, most likely had problems sleeping, considering the heavy bags under her eyes. "Hello sir, how can I help you?..." she says turning her head up, to me, before yawning.
"Yes miss... Coraline, I'm looking for a friend, his name is Majora, Laira." I needed to read her name tag, I hope I didn't seem rude doing so.
"Let me check the system," she pulls the computer monitor closer typing in his strange name.
"He'll probably be sleeping, but I can let you in. If he is sleeping don't wake him, also please note you can't give him any food or drinks, he's esophagus is bruised." She tells me reading the notes anyone can see.
"That will be fine, I'll get him a toy from the gift shop," I respond waiting for her to give me the actual location.
Coraline scribbles the note on to a sticky note, before handing it to me. I nod in thanks going over to the small little store by the doors. Hospitals are really the only place it actually makes sense to buy from right away. Most of the toys are bears saying get better, but I think that's a bit to tacky. I notice one of the twirling stands containing Beanie babies. That would do nicely. I grab a purple dragon with yellow accents, I think he'll like this. Paying for it I go up to the third story.
Entering his room I find him asleep. By the looks of things he's having a nightmare. His body twitches slightly, the blankets bunched up around his body possible squeezing him. He's truly close to death, but will he fall off the cliff or get away for another time.
Either way I still need him to answer my questions. I grab some extra paper writing down my first name and number for him putting on the bed side table. I may not be able to wake him, but I could redo the sheets at least. So I carefully pull the bunched up fabric from under him and make the bed to the best of my abilities. Lastly I put the dragon next to him, before leaving.

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