As Greggory approached he saw a girl punch one of the more dunderheaded types in the face, and then the mugger was running towards him and...

[I]Oh[/I]

Ow.

Falling to the ground, Greggory takes a few deep breathes as he experiences the sensation of a foreign piece of metal inside of him. Then he makes note of the beginnings of a proper fight breaking out near him, and with great effort dragged himself towards a nearby table, conveniently empty, and pulled himself under it, grimacing as the knife moves about with him as he contorts into position.

Then Greggory looked down. Yep. That is indeed the handle of a knife. No mistaking it nosireebob. 
And the red around it? Greggory held back the urge to puke when he saw the sight of his own blood. Perhaps it was best he just kept that where it was...

[color=9e0b0f]"She better be alright."[/color] Greggory said to himself as he moved a hand down in an attempt to push down on the wound. The attempt did not last long, as the moment he placed his hand over the wound he pulled it away, wincing in pain. [color=9e0b0f]"She better be really f**king alright"[/color] He quietly shouted to himself, continuing almost in an effort to forget the pain, [color=9e0b0f]"She better be so f**king alright, about to be named queen of the lunch room, f**king perfect, f**k!" [/color]He stammers.
Looking down at the handle of the knife, Greggory really hoped that someone would break up the fight, and more so that someone would notice him. He really didn't want to have to pull himself out from under the table. Though, he didn't really want someone else to have to pull him out either now that he thought about it...