High Class Rodeo

[Jude Dorrian]

Jude sat up again, his back beginning to twinge dully from how many times he'd moved about. Jude opted now to get up, and look at Jet properly again.
"Sorry about that, Jet," Jude said. "Didn't know. D'you take meds? The Carers could sort you out if you need any..."
He trailed off, watching Jet closely. He looked worried. Worried about what?

[Jethro Foster]

"No, I could but they don't do anything," Jet was now panicking.
What if his parents found out, they would be furious. Would they be kind?
How would he take it?
The accident. What had happened?
"Do you not mean nurses?"

[Jude Dorrian]

Jude stared at him. "No, Carers. They're a group here at the school- Will Wright hasn't gone home for Christmas. She could end up helping you..." he stopped, folding his arms. "Jet, are you okay?"
Stupid question. Jet was clearly not okay- and Jude couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

[Jethro Foster]

"No, I'm not," Jet squinted at Jude. He shook his head and his eyes were in focus again.
"Where is the Hospital Wing?" he rubbed his temples.
This cannot be happening. His head was throbbing and he was losing focus.
Bloody condition.

[Jude Dorrian]

"I've got a map here..." Jude said slowly, turning back to his drawers and lifting one out. He dusted it off sheepishly. "Ignore the stick person... er, see, it's just down that corridor there..." He took another look at Jet. "Need any company?"

[Jethro Foster]

Did he?
Would it be wise?
It could serve him either ill or well...
"I don't mind," he clamped down on his erge to cry out in pain, "I wouldn't mind but you don't have too,"

[Jude Dorrian]

Jude considered it carefully for a couple of moments- then stopped. Ah. Right.
"I can't," Jude said humbly. "I've got an appointment with that girlfriend of mine..."

[Jethro Foster]

"That's ok, I'm sure I can find it on my own, thanks for the offer," he got up and walked out of the dorms. Barely able to walk in a straight line.
Fifteen minutes later he was at the hospital wing.