Next Class

( Leo's POV, C Wing Infirmary)

Leo stirred, his senses slowly dragging themselves back into focus.

Everything hurt.

His limbs felt like dead weights, his muscles screamed in protest with even the slightest shift, and his head throbbed with a dull, pounding ache.

It was like waking up from the worst beating of his life—except he couldn't remember when he'd even taken a hit.

*Gasp*

A deep breath sent a sharp, uncomfortable pressure through his chest. Not pain, but tightness, like his lungs were still adjusting to working properly again.

'What the hell happened…?' he wondered, as his last memory was one of running on the track—his legs burning, his breath coming shorter, and the world slowly darkening with each lap.

Darkness. That was all he remembered. It had crept in at the edges of his vision, spreading with every step until—

Until what?