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Kate sat up straight, hands together in front of her in her usual business-like manner.

"I just want to ask a few questions about what happened with Carter." Kate explained and I nodded. Well, I should've seen that coming.

"Carter told us that he has no idea what happened, that the knife came out of nowhere, is this correct?" Kate asked, sounding like a recording with her monotone voice.

I grimaced uneasily, "I was in the bathroom when it happened, so I have no idea." I sounded pathetic but Kate nodded nonetheless, jotting down information in her notebook.

"What were you doing in the bathroom at the time?" Kate asked, her eyes mapping out the conclusion to this talk.

I frowned, trying to pick out the memory. "I was..I found a necklace in my cupboard that I thought I had lost, I was trying to take it out." I told her. Kate leaned in, abandoning her notebook.

"'Trying'?" Kate repeated what I'd said with inquiry.

"Yeah," I responded, "It got caught and then once I got it out, Carter had been hit by a flying knife, so I dropped it and ran." I described the events and Kate raised her eyebrows, then decided to write notes.

She stood up suddenly, "Do you think we could search your room for any break-ins and such?" Kate asked and the two guardians by the door walked over to her slowly as if the question was a sign to them.

I considered this longer than I should've; it can help Carter. I nodded eventually, "Can I tell Jameson?" I found myself asking and Kate smiled in response as she stood up.

"Sure, as long as he doesn't get in the way." She told me and I pulled out my phone as she grabbed her notebook.

'Kate is about to search my room because of what happened to Carter, see you at break?'

I sent the text just in time to quickly stand up and follow Kate out the door. I received a text back as Kate shut the door behind us and I rolled my eyes like always at Jameson's quick and worried replies.

'You'll be seeing me there.'

It read and I sighed; typical. Jameson always wants to be in the action, at least where it concerns me.

I had to guide Kate and the two other guardians down the corridors, thankful that it wasn't as long as a walk as it is to walk anywhere else in this place. I used the spare key I always had in my bag to get in, since Jameson always carried the actual set of keys.

Kate and the two guardians went in first and I followed shyly behind, closing the door behind me. The three didn't hesitate to pull on rubber gloves and start their search. I found myself being uncomfortable in my own room as I watched from afar as they pulled things out to look behind.

"Sky?" Kate called to me, head poking out of my bathroom. She beckoned me over once she had my attention and I followed gladly, no longer feeling like I was getting in the way.

I shut the door behind me to create more space and saw that Kate had opened my cupboard.

"Is this where you found the necklace?" Kate asked as she gestured to the cupboard.

I stepped up to it and nodded, "Yeah," A glint caught my eye and I immediately found the nail, that the necklace had been dangling from, in front of me on. "There." I pointed to it and Kate peered in to get a closer look. She fiddled around and hummed suspiciously.

A click of the dorms door and muffled voices distracted me so I decided to leave Kate to it. I left the bathroom, raising my eyebrows when I saw Jameson with one of the guardians, looking rather annoyed. It was then that I discovered that the guardian wasn't too happy with Jameson being here.

"It's fine," I intervened, walking up to them, amused when my intervention startled them both as they were pulled out of their disagreement.

"He won't get in the way." I promised the guardian who narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding.

"I won't?" Jameson pepped up and I glared at him. Not even bothering to acknowledge the guardians response, I steered Jameson away from the search and into his room. I shut the door behind me and plopped down on his bed.

Jameson watched as I sprawled my limbs out on the bed with a curious expression. "Isn't this a bit over the top?" Jameson asked and I jerked up, my eyes narrowing to slits at him.

"Carter's leg was nearly butchered into hell!" I exclaimed and Jameson rolled his eyes.

"That's an exaggeration." He proceeded to mutter and I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well, this isn't, you never know, another knife might come flying out. And, next time, it might be someone else that gets hit." My voice was stern and unwavering, proving a good method when Jameson straightened up and nodded.

"How are you anyway?" I changed the subject with ease, "The hospital dismissed you quite quickly–" I paused and bit my lip, "–did I really ask you to come with me to talk to Harry whilst you were bleeding to death?" With each question, I neared Jameson until the point where he laughed and wrapped his fingers around my wrists, almost as if he was restraining me. I then realised I was trying to grab hold of his shirt as I gestured to where the wound was.

"It's fine, I was only bleeding a little," I raised my eyebrows at Jameson's response and he smiled.

"A lot," he rephrased, "But I got stitches—on both." I then remembered the bullet that slit his arm. I must've looked unconvinced, as Jameson rolled up his sleeve—showing his bulging bicep—and a bandaged arm. He then moved onto pulling up his t-shirt so that I could see the bandage on his side, not that I was paying much attention what with his perfectly sculpted abs.

I frowned, reaching out, "You need to change the bandages." I started to pick at the edges, seeing just how long the bandage had probably been on.

Jameson hissed, "Careful." He scolded and I jolted away from the wound.

"Sorry." I spoke, a tone of hidden embarrassment from being hissed at laced in. I glanced up at Jameson, his hardened features softening slightly.

"I can redress it? I'll try not to hurt you again." I laughed and Jameson smiled in response, thoughts elsewhere but his eyes on me.

"Sure, I'll go get the first aid kit." He told me, the smile never fading, before walking off to his bathroom.

Someone knocked at Jameson's door and Kate popped her head round the door, "We're done for now, thank you." She nodded at me and I smiled. I stood up and held our dorm door open for them to exit out of.

"No problem, bye." Kate smiled back at me and I walked back into Jameson's room once I had closed the front door.

I sat back down on his bed and waited patiently whilst looking around Jameson's room. Although the amount of times I had been in Jameson's room, I had surprisingly never taken the time to look at anything in his room, to observe the place that Jameson spends all his time in—when he's not with me.

It wasn't the things that I hadn't cared to look at that I noticed, though, it was the thing that was seemingly new—a board with many photos and post-it notes, all linked up with arrows or labelled as questionable with a question mark. I didn't have time to stand up and look at it in further detail as Jameson walked back into the room with the first aid kit.

He sat down next to me and awkwardly passed me the kit as if he had no idea what to do. I opened it and hummed when I found the gloves.

"Fashionable." I remarked as I held up the blue plastic gloves to Jameson, who chuckled in response.

"Only the best." Jameson replied and I shook my head at him, though not able to hide my smile.

I slipped on the gloves and found a new bandage for Jameson and the other requirements. Next was something I wasn't too keen on doing, removing Jameson's old bandage.

"Just rip it off." Jameson seethed through clenched teeth and I laughed.

"No, not unless you want your skin on the bandage too." I replied with a sarky tone as I found a loose corner, carefully peeling it away from the skin. Jameson made a remark as I finally got it off but I was too distracted by the wound to pay attention.

The stitches weren't bad, but Jameson hasn't let it heal. I decided against redressing it for this reason, and instead decided to clean the spot. So, I pulled out the antiseptic and applied it onto a cotton pad.

"What does that do?" Jameson asked me and I stopped short, looking up at him as if he was messing with me. He wasn't. He's either tired and out of it, or seriously stupid.

"It brings Jesus back to life." I responded sarcastically as I tipped the bottle over one last time to get more drops onto the cotton pad.

I rolled my eyes when Jameson didn't respond, "It cleans your wound, Jameson." I told him before getting to work.

"Well, out there in the real world, there aren't any luxury white bottles with the cure in; I used to use beer." Jameson told me and I hummed in response, intrigued by his story.

"Yeah?" I then challenged, "So what about the time you cleaned the cuts on my face and on my limbs after you yanked me through a broken window then?" Jameson shifted, but I wasn't looking at him, so I couldn't see his expression. "Did you use beer then?" I sneered jokingly.

I looked up to see Jameson's cheeks flushed. "Aw!" I cooed. "That's so cute!" And they only turned redder. I laughed and shook my head at him, turning my attention back to my work.

I carried out the same procedure on Jameson's bicep before finishing. Jameson raised his eyebrows at me when I packed away the kit, "If you really want the bandages then I can buy ones with Bob the Builder on?" I asked jokingly and Jameson rolled his eyes at me, pulling his t-shirt sleeve down.

Once the kit was packed away, I turned back to the board on the wall again. "What is that?" I asked Jameson, turning back to see him staring up at the wall with wide eyes.

"You weren't supposed to see that."

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Oh no

Sky found his nudes

Quick, get iCloud to back them up

Make sure no one leaks them though

#21stcenturyproblems

SO

SKYSON

AND DID YOU SEE JAMESON WOW

TOTALLY DOESNT HATE CARTER

BUT HE BLUSHED AGAINNNNN

AWW BABIESSSS

I mean uh

Same

Bye humans, be babies

–I was a baby

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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT SPOILER:

What is the board on the wall?

(Writings On The Wall – Sam Smith)

And why is Jameson trying to hide it?

A board, a guardian and a blonde, I can see this going places, what about you?

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QUOTE OF THE CHAPTER:

(Bc it was funny)

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