Damien’s eyes widened as Drake when to take a step and fell. “Seriously your hurt, but I can’t make you go and I won’t” he said taking a step back. “Your uncomfortable and I see that. I’m sorry” he apologized biting his bottom lip looking at the gra.ss in front of him. He wasn’t about to force Drake to go to a place he felt uncomfortable about, in fact he understood the feeling. He heard James’ words before smirking.

 “Well I won’t force you but it seems like James will.” He wanted to laugh at the irony of it, but decided that wasn’t a smart thing to do. "I can promise you the infirmary won't hurt you...I would know, i've been there a few times" he shrugged lightly keeping his distance.

Drake was hurt, but he was absolutely positive that he didn't need to visit the mini hospital of death, as he called it. This lunch period sure was a wild one. "I'm not going in there." he answered quickly, shaking his head.  

He knew Damien's words were the truth, but he'd watched too many horror movies recently. He was devastated when his mother confiscated them from him. He was afraid to be forced to go, or more by how James said the words, though it would most likely be for the best. Finding himself scooting his back up the tree, he stared at them, not moving. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. He doubted they'd be able to "force" him; just thinking about it made him want to laugh. What was the worst James could do? 

James looked at Damien, he didn't think he could force him either. But he knew that Drake needed medical attention. He suddenly got an idea. "Then can I take a look at you?" James asked, those 'Doctoring' cl*censored*es were really starting to come in handy. They were actually called 'Nurseing' cl*censored*es and he had only taken them because he needed some extra credits but he had gotten top marks.

"I've taken a few Nursing cl*censored*es and if you ok then I'll leave you alone." He promised. He also realized that he was uncomfortable but this was kinda more important that comfort. 

Drake grunted, not wanting to have to do that. Yes, they do do embarr*censored*ing things in hospitals. There was no way he was completely taking off his shirt, though it probably wouldn't matter, being they were all guys. However, being naturally shy, he didn't want to do it at all. He was hesitant, but turned around, slowly lifting up the back of his shirt.

He wondered if they'd get in trouble if a teacher caught them in the middle of this. It seemed conspicuous, but it was just to help him. He would've wondered what was going on if he was one of them. While lifting the back of his shirt, he couldn't help but think of how skinny he was. Often, he was teased for having no muscle, though he did. Thankfully. It was strange to be doing this, however, it was his fault for falling out of the tree. No, it was the spider's fault as to his falling out of the tree. He'd never liked bugs much anyway.

Damien nodded and smiled warmly just watching. He watched Drake turn around and lift his shirt revealing his back. He got lost just watching Drake and James seeming to let his mind wander. If it was him in that position there would be no way he would reveal any body part to anyone, especially  his back. With all his scars there would be no way a person could tell if something was wrong or not.  

With a light smile he pushed himself up to his feet and glanced at the school building. He really didn’t want to stay here cla.sses or not. He did like the school and thought of it as his home but wasn’t big on the whole work aspect of it. Lost in his thoughts his mind drifted to the Dance studio down the street. He had a weird craving to go and just watch people. Slowly he came back realizing where he was and what was going on around him. “Do you always like to climb trees?” Damien asked Drake curiously trying to make some sort of conversation.

"Im going to be touching you." James warned before placing his hands over Drakes shoulder blades to begin with. "So tell me where it hurts." He moved his thumbs in small circles here and there on them. Then moved to the actual spine, pinching each of the individual bones as he went, slightly tapping them with his finger as well. 

He could already tell that there was going to be some nasty bruises as he looked at Drakes back. And definitely some stiffness. And he didn't even have to look at Drakes back to tell that there was going to be pain for a few days. Falling out of trees could do that.

it was good that Damien was going to try and distract him with a conversation. That way Drake wouldn't be concentrating on him or being nervous. And when he actualy hit something that hurt, it would hurt.

Drake didn't like to complain. It hurt up near his shoulders, where he'd originally fallen in the first place.He let out a soft screech of pain when James's relatively cold hands did touch them, curving his back slightly. He wasn't really comfortable with being touched, but it was for his own good. Better than being touched by some random doctor.

Upon hearing Damien's question, he thought about it for a moment. "I've been climbing trees since I was a kid.  But... I never really liked the bugs crawling around with me." He hung his head, slightly stepping away from a couple ants scurrying underfoot. 

When James touched mid back, he flew forward, rotating his whole body. "Ow" wasn't enough to describe the pain. He touched his back lightly; there must have been a bruise or something. It hurt like... well he had no idea what it hurt like, but it hurt.

Acario blinked, then chuckled softly. "I was taking a break. I've had my room in order for about twenty minutes now," he replied, tilting his head slightly, which caused the bangs that refused to go back into his ponytail to fall into his face, only to quickly get pushed away. "And where are you planning on taking the break at?" he asked, smiling.

((I'm tempted to add in a student who'll look exactly like his little sister would have looked if she had made it to 18. And he'll freak out and spazz and his personality will flip-flop.

She'll even have the same first name. ;D))

Azreal smiled bringing her hand up and running her fingers through her hair. “I go to the music room and play the piano during my breaks and sometimes, depending on how the day is going, I go to the auditorium and dance” she admitted. “Mainly the music room though. Piano is kind of therapudic in a way.”

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“I wish I could play something musical, but I suck at any instrument that is placed in front of me” Damien laughed shaking his head remembering the time he tried to play the piano. It ended in him getting kicked out of the music room for disrupting cla.sses. He turned his attention up to the sky as he thought about what his talents were. “I can cook if that is counted as a talent. I am a good runner. I have had a lot of practice and I dance when I can. Contemporary dance to be exact” he explained feeling a little embarr*censored*ed he had just admitted that.

"There..." James said quietly to himself, "and there..." He took mental note of the places. He continues, careful not to touch the spot that made Drake fly. When he heard him mention guitar he smiled. "You play?" He asked, "I play electric and acoustic. He stated, then brought Drake's shirt back down. "I don't think you'll suffer permanantly, but you'll have nasty bruises." He said. 

"No need to see a doctor." 

Drake was relieved at that. He'd take an apple over a doctor any day. He nodded towards James. "I play electric. I think it sounds better than acoustic, but I can play that too." He answered, feeling suddenly intrigued in the topic.

He stood, remembering his earlier face plant. Hesitantly taking a step, he realized it hurt just to put weight on his right leg; other than that, he felt great. He turned to Damien, a small smile on his face. "I wish I could cook. That is definitely a talent." He laughed, thinking about the time he attempted to make eggs. He wondered if the burn from the buttery pancake he tossed up into the air was still permanently visible in his mom's kitchen. It'd left quite a stain; his skills were so bad, the pancakes were set to flames.

"And contemporary dance isn't all that bad. I mean, if you can't dance well at all like me. I break dance. And suck" He laughed, and was tempted to flash a break dance move, but with the pain in his back, he'd be stiff for days; dancing wouldn't help.   

Damien smiled listening to James and Drake speak about the guitar. He did have to admit the guitar was a beautiful instrument and it did happen to be his favorite. Out of pure love for the guitar he figured he wouldn’t ruin the image and try to play.  

Hearing the cooking thing Damien laughed and shook his head. “Not many people see it as a talent. I only know because I was the main one home and had to learn to fend for myself so I took up cooking. I could teach you a few things if you want. My favorite are always the deserts” he grinned before glancing up at the sky once more. “As for contemporary dance, its based off of four things I have learned. They are ballet, gymnastics, falling down, and rolling on the floor” he smirked thinking about a few dances he had seen on TV and in the dance studio. “I’ve known how to do it since I was nine. Its fun and if you play it out right, the dances have amazing stories.”