[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Franklin, Heard County High School[/center][hr]

Ciel lay pale and languid on the bed, unable to do much more than occasionally tilt his head to look around the room. At least he was conscious, which was more than could be said for the man on the next bed over. Ciel only [i]looked[/i] like he was at death's door...the other patient probably was, given how much blood was on everything. The young boy coughed weakly, his parched dry throat causing him discomfort almost as much as his empty, cramping stomach. He tried to move his arm, but the IV prevented him from doing so. Ripping the tube out of his arm wasn't a good idea, as that was the only thing that was keeping him conscious. 

The boy continued to silently watch the occupants of the room, trying to focus on something other than his pain. He had kind of hoped to learn a few names, but as it stood the only people he knew by name were Sana and Lyon. The other so far were just the girls, the bleeding man and the rude Frenchman. He felt his vision start to blur again, so he stopped moving around so much, lying still as if asleep and forcing his eyes to close. The last thing he wanted right now was to faint again. The problem with unconsciousness was that you easily lost track of time. While unconscious, minutes and hours and days and even weeks seem like mere seconds. Though he kept his eyes closed, he bit hard into the inside of his cheek to keep himself awake. God knows when he'd wake up if he allowed himself to sleep.