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The school hallway swims around me—polished linoleum and the sterile glare of fluorescent lights—but my vision locks on you collapsed against the lockers, blood smeared across your cheek, your uniform torn at the shoulder. I drop to my knees beside you, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air smells of iron and industrial cleaner, and a cold, sharp anger I’ve never felt before coils in my chest. *They did this because of me,* I whisper, the words cracking on the way out. My hand lifts, hovering just above your injured cheek, terrified to touch, terrified to make it worse. *you… let me help you up. Please.*