The boy who had looked at me moved the other guys hand away and Reona and him took me to the infirmary. When we got there it was the same room with exactly the same person from before. He treated my wound quickly, and I couldn't feel anything because my hand was numb already. Leverett, the doctor, said that I had to stay here and the other two should run off to class.
The boy (who's name was Eris) started to say something in response. "Well it would seem-" But he stopped and clutched his head. We all stared at him. He looked at us. "I...I think he's right. I'll meet you all back there then..." He said and tried to exit. Then he stared at something beside the tray table. He seemed to stare at something in the the air, and muttered a couple words. Leverett stood up and put his hands on the wooden table. "Is there something the matter?" He asked.
"Not at all... I was just-" All the sudden a scalpel from the tray seemed to fly up, and it struck in between his index and middle finger.
Eris looked embarassed and he shouted, "I'll be going to class now!" and ran out. Odd.
I looked back at the scalpel in between the man's fingers. He was staring intently at it as it vibrated back and forth. I like this school already.
"We told you you would." A structure of a voice said. I looked around. Death was standing beside the counter, as if he had been there the whole time, leaning on it. The counter was starting to crumble and turn a brown black-ish colour. I stared at it. "M." I said, trying not to make it look like I was talking to anybody.
Death gave me a quizzical look. "What? Life said I was coming. Didn't say when." He picked up a cup of coffee and peered into its conents, then took a sip. "Needs more sugar." he said and walked through the wall.
"Invisible things are troublesome..." I mumbled to myself and sighed.