My New Room

Klive went to the window.

Zachary closed his eyes, bored.

Klive was shaking, stroking the backs of his bruised hands.

Zachary could picture Jeremiah, perfectly.

Klive collapsed.

Zachary's eyes opened as he heard and he went immeadiately to Klive's side, crouching beside him, worried, "Are you okay?"

Klive fainted.

Zachary just crouched there for a moment or two, panicking, before gently picking him up, and placing him on his bed.

Klive was out cold.

Zachary thought about calling the nurse, he had no idea what else to do.

Klive's eyelids fluttered open.

Zachary took a step back, not wanting to startle him.

Klive groaned.

"Are...are you okay?" zachary asked gently, "Do you need anything?"

Klive curled up and shook his head.

Zachary nodded and backed away, not wanting to frighten him or anything.

Klive was shaking.

"Are...are you okay?" Zachary asked gently.

Klive blushed. "I...I...yeah..."

Zachary nodded, "That's good..."

Klive buried his face in his pillow.

Zachary sat down on the edge of his bed, worried about Klive.

Klive was shaking.

Zachary was puzzeled. What was wrong? Was he scary?

Klive was just scared.