[center][h1][b][color=a689b1]𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥[/color][/b][/h1][/center][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/fb653f29-8da8-44d0-ab78-ea64b30714ae.gif [/img] [sub][color=d3cee6][b]Upper Dorm Hall, Saturday Evening Interacting with all present characters[/b][/color][/sub][/center] The moment Hangyeol sees the girl on the floor, the memories come flooding back. A minor injury he can deal with, but this is--this is [I]too close.[/I] This is exactly why he made the decision to move out to Alaska in the first place, and now he has to deal with this? [I]Worst Saturday night ever.[/I] [i]But[/i]—and this a very important but, one of the only things keeping Hangyeol half-sane at this point—he is [I]not allowed to crack.[/I] So, when the edges of his vision go blurry, Hangyeol forces it down like he has so many times before; presses his back against the wall, sinks to his knees and breathes, counting the shaky exhales until they start to even out again. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he searches for something to hold onto, something tangible; his fingers happen upon an old receipt and crush it into oblivion. This is not the time to be panicking, not when there is somebody to be saved. And so Hangyeol grits his teeth. Hauls himself off the ground. Takes one last breath before breaking through the crowd of bystanders, because [I]this is what he's here for.[/I] [color=a689b1]"She's in shock,"[/color] he says, breathlessly, heart beating in a way that is not panic-related but rather from a shot of adrenaline. [color=a689b1]"Keep her warm—use my jacket—and [I]for the love of god, call an ambulance."[/I][/color] Pulling off his jacket and using it as a blanket, Hangyeol kneels down next to the body, trying to locate the source of the blood and put a stop to it. He can't believe something like this would happen... no, that's not right. That girl from earlier—though he thought he was just being paranoid again— [color=a689b1]"Let's give her some space, alright? And prop her legs up, get the blood flowing."[/color]