[No one's POV]

You dragged the boy to your dorm, sneakily. If your dorm master found out you brought a boy over, she would kill you.

"Come on, walk a bit more, we're almost there" you said tiredly. Dragging a boy twice as big as you was exhausting. You fumbled to get your door room open and heard voices around the corner. You panicked and quickly opened the door and closed it. With a sigh, you plopped the boy onto your bed but the impact was so great that you fell on top of him. You smelled his scent, it was sweet. You blushed hard, and got up immediately. The boy groaned and clutched onto his ribs

"Yah.. are you okay?" you asked

"And again, 'Yah' is informal'" he smirked

*Really? Still laughing?* You cleared your throat

"Are you okay?" you asked

"I'm fine.. I just need to call-" he dug into his pockets but winced *Crap, I think I broke my ribs*

"Omo!" you gasped "Are you sure you're okay?" You took your small first aid kit out

"You're going to treat me?" he asked

"What else? You want me to call the ambulance?" you asked, taking your phone out

*I can't!* He grabbed your hand, which made you look up "No, please. You, and only you, can take care of my wounds" he said

You blushed *Why does he have to say it like that?*

After several minutes, which felt like hours, you were done. Although he wasn't all new, it was good enough for him to get up

"Thanks