John
It's been pretty boring here. He isn't actively bleeding, at least. The cuts were *Really* Nasty. If the nurse wasn't who she was, he absolutely would have needed stitches. 

Craig mentioned coming to visit him, and Mamoru has been really really excited about it. It's the only thing distracting from the boredom at this moment. He can't even really *Move*, it hurts. His side is bruised up something awful. He's just been reading. And staring at the wall. It was very funny when Ryuu tried to *Apologize* For this mess. As if Moru would forgive him so soon. Not for all of this.

He shudders a bit when he thinks about the seconds before Graham interfered. Even though Ryuu had tossed aside the weapon, the look in his eyes at that moment is what terrified Mamoru the most.
Jerry
Craig was speed walking down the hallway towards the nurse's office, a jar of innocuous 'water' on one hand, and a little tote bag with Tupperware filled with food on the other, he wore bandages haphazardly wrapped around one of his stands of hair. He looked like he was in a bit of a hurry; He had rushed to get all of his chores done before he rushed down to the nurse's after he had heard about Moru's injuries. 

He wasn't sure what happened in all honesty, but he heard something about getting bashed in the shoulder with a spiked bat and that description alone is enough to get him spinning. He was so worried in fact, he decided to cut his own hair to create the healing concoction he was so afraid of when he was younger. 

His hand trembled as he clutched the jar, he still couldn't believe he did what he just did. The part where he cut off still stung immensely but he tried his best to buck it up. He did it in such spur of the moment he doesn't quite remember what headspace he was in when he cut it; he just remembers quickly wrapping the cut in bandages as he was mixing the fluid from his hair with water. 

When he reached the nurse's office, he didn't hesitate for a moment before going through the door. Now in the mainly empty office, he scanned around a bit before he found the curtain where Moru was behind. He peaked through the gap in the curtain. There he saw Mamoru, laying down on the bed, an open book on the desk next to him. 

His mouth twists into a frown as he saw the bruises going down Mamoru's neck. He gently opens the curtains to let himself in, a worried expression on his face.

"Hey," He says so quietly it comes out as a whimper. "Are you okay?" He scuttles over to Moru's side like a dejected puppy before placing the jar and the bag on the desk. "How are your injuries? Have you eaten dinner? I brought you some food if you're hungry." He says, worried, hovering over Moru's bed.
John
Moru hears a door open. He perks up at that, waiting to see if it's *Him.* He's been waiting for Craig, though admitting that would be weird. Every time the door opens there's that flash of hope. 

And it is Craig this time! 
The first thing he notices is the bandaged hair. Then, his eyes travel to the jar... Back to the bandage. *Oh.*

Mamoru, to be completely honest, feels like he may cry at that. He doesn't, but the urge is there. Because Craig did *That* For *Him.* 

The whine in Craig's voice also hurts. It's equal parts guilt for making him worry and feeling so happy that he cares. He puts the bookmark in and closes the book. He is not bored anymore. 

"Hey." He says back first, smiling slightly. 
"I'm alright. It only hurts to move a little." ..Maybe sarcastically joking about this isn't the move right now, actually. "And to be honest.. I haven't eaten yet, no. Thank you. I didn't even realize I was hungry until you said something." 

Okay. He has to point out the bandaged hair. He has to. 
"Are you okay? I mean- yeah rich coming from me right now but- what happened?" He gestures at the cut piece.
Jerry
"Are you okay? I mean- yeah rich coming from me right now but- what happened?"

"It's but a scratch," He says, hurriedly taking the Tupperware out of the bag at the mention of not having eaten. 

It was not but a scratch, really. The pain lingered in the tip of his hair like swarms of moving fire ants crawling across the covered wound and the memories that came with the ringing pain was enough to send him into a brief comatose state where he was completely unresponsive to anything but the task at hand. But Moru doesn't need to know that. 

He leaves the second part of the question unanswered, moving to grab the utensils in the bag, nicely wrapped in tissue. "Don't worry about me," He mumbled, struggling to take the slippery lid of the container off. "I mean look at you, all bruised up," He huffed, pulling the lid off with a pop. The comforting smell of warm curry and rice wafted into the air, replacing the cold and sterile smell of the nurse's office. 

"Can you move alright?" He says, putting the food on the counter next to his closed book. He took a closer look at Moru. Looking closer, his frown deepened at the sight. Moru was littered with bruises all over and he doubt he could move much in his condition. Moru must be in a lot of pain; he could only imagine his cut was nothing in comparison to the pain he's enduring. 

"Sit up a little. Here," He reaches over towards Moru and puts his arms under his body before gently hoisting him up in his place a little. "Sorry," He whispered as he slowly pulls his hands away from the boy. 

He grabbed the container of food and sat down on the chair beside the bed. "I hope you don't mind curry, it was the fastest thing I could whip up in the moment." He said, looking down at the box, mixing the rice with the curry to get it evenly distributed throughout. 

He took a large spoonful of rice and moved it towards his face. His voice was commanding but worried as he spoke, "Eat and tell me what happened with Ryuu."
John
It's very clearly *Not* "But a scratch", but Mamoru lets it go for now. He has no idea just how bad it is, but he assumes that it is, in fact, *Quite bad*.

To be honest, he didn't even really need the second part of the question. He *Knows.* It fills his stomach with a weird feeling: being flustered because Craig chose to do that, and guilt because Moru is the reason why. The mixture is unpleasant.

"I'll be alright.." He mumbles, but the smell of the curry... He's never had it before, but he wants it. 

"I *Can* Move, it just hurts. Sore, mostly." He could sit up on his own, and he was about to say so, but then Craig grabbed him and he no longer has words. *Maybe letting him help me isn't so bad. I mean, I feel guilty as hell, but...*

"I-it's okay." *Why is* He *Apologizing? I'm the one making him go out of his way.*

He reaches to grab the spoon with his non-messed-up-shoulder-arm's hand. 

"It's- a long story. He was being rude to Nakanishi so I... Yeah. I believe his eloquent words were 'shut the f[]k up, gayboy,' or something along those lines. He- sure does love calling me that. That and.. Twink. It's annoying. Anyways- He basically said to shut my mouth or he'd shut it for me, and I didn't take him seriously because why would I? And then... This happened." Craig gets the more full version of events. He deserves it.

"He locked the door behind him and... But that wasn't even the worst part. Right before Graham got there, he- demanded I transfer my injuries to him or he'd mess his shoulder up as well. I can't *Do* That. What's on me is on me. He was being entirely serious and it just... Stuck with me? I don't know." He sighs. "I haven't really talked about that part yet."
Jerry
"My god," He mumbled, grimacing. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that." He said, sounding equal parts sad and equal parts exasperated. 

"He locked the door behind him and... But that wasn't even the worst part. Right before Graham got there, he- demanded I transfer my injuries to him or he'd mess his shoulder up as well. I can't do that. What's on me is on me. He was being entirely serious and it just... Stuck with me? I don't know."

Craig's frown deepens. "Some kind of a guy he is," He sighs, resting the bowl of food on the bed. "But at least you're safe now, I hope. You can always talk to me about it if its bothering you." 

He reaches over to the bedside table for the jar as he waits for Moru's response. 

Gently twisting the lid open, the faintest sweet smell emanates from the transparent liquid. The smell fills Craig with a not so pleasant nostalgia. He's briefly transported to the days where his "Caretakers" Would harvest his hair and squeeze its precious liquids into large cork sealed jars in front of him. 

For a brief moment he remembers his days in the cult in vivid detail. The sounds of prayers and praise coming from the masses of the church, the silk cloth that would wrap his severed strands of hair, the drinking ceremonies- everything came back to him just as fast as it went. 

He quickly shakes off the memory and hands the jar to Moru. 

"Here," He says, smiling like it was no big deal, "Was the food down with this, it'll make you feel better." 

He hummed, wiping the singular piece of rice off his face. "You'll feel a little tingly in your mouth and wherever it is thats hurting but its should help with the bruising and soreness."
John
Craig wants him to be safe. Moru wants to be safe as well. And he's pretty sure that he is. He thinks. Ryuu is under house arrest or something now.

"Thanks.." He trusts that Craig is out for his best interests entirely, and sips from it. He can tell that *Something* Is off with Craig, but assumes it's just worry. He's so wrong. It's not about him at all.

*Aaaaaaah he's wiping my mouth he's touching near my mouth he-*
His face reddens.
Is now the best time to make a move? Probably not. But... If he doesn't do it now, he may never do it.

"So- I was wondering. You know uh.. The Halloween party coming up? I was wondering if you maybe.. Wanted to go with me? Like- together?" *I did it holy s[]t I did it holy f[]k-*
Jerry
"Thanks.."

Craig watches quietly as Moru takes a swig of the liquid he handed to him. A part of him feels relieved that he didn't try to resist drinking it much but the other part of him was still in shock as to what he did. 

He hadn't actually had his hair cut since he escaped the cult. He attempted to a couple times when Evelyn was sick, but she always managed to stop him before he could go through with it. 

Besides from that this was the one time he had actually cut his hair for someone in his own free will. 

He shakes the thought from his head and smiles down at Moru as he continues to eat what he prepared for him.

"So- I was wondering. You know uh.. The Halloween party coming up? I was wondering if you maybe.. Wanted to go with me? Like- together?"

He chuckles a bit before gently squeezing the bridge of Moru's nose in endearment. "What a silly question," He says, his smile growing wider, "Of course, I'll go." 

"But that's only once you're feeling better," He hummed, leaning back on his chair a bit, feeling slightly more relaxed. "So eat up." 

Craig has never really celebrated Halloween before but he did some research on the holiday. It sounded like fun. "I'm not sure what a Halloween party is like though. I just gotta dress up right?"