'How much did I fuck up the plot?' His thoughts echoed so loud he'd unconsciously tuned out Ren's scream as he writhed in the dirt in pain.
Soon after the security guards charged with watching over the delinquents finally came to take them.
After Micheal explained to the guards that they caused the altercation all Aegon could do was nod, still completely dumbfounded.
But it was his fault, the person in front of him, the MC was supposed to be the pinnacle of what it means to be a jackass.
And here he was, letting Aegon lean on him and guiding him to the nurse's office.
Not long before they finally reached and sat in silence as they waited for the nurse to see him. The place stunk of antiseptics and fake cries.
"What are you doing?" Aegon said finally, it was too confusing for him to keep on going. "Why'd you help me in that fight?"
Micheal didn't look him in the eye. "Because you needed help." He folded his hand, shirt crisp. "Wouldn't you do the same for me?"
