Dom was lying idle in his bed and hadn't noticed that he had fallen sleep until he was woken by the touch of a warm, wet cloth on his cheek. His eyes flipped open and as a hand came close to touch his face with the cloth again. His hand darted out and grabbed her wrist, his eyes sharply looking at her.<br/>"What are you doing?" He asked rather aggressively.<br/>"You're hurt..." She replied, innocently.<br/>"Don't touch me, ever." He said, letting go of her wrist and sitting up.<br/>He rubbed his eyes, as if that would relieve the headache. He grabbed the wet cloth and dropped it on his pillow, standing to exit the room and leaving the girl to regret the roommate she had been given. He wasn't nice at times, he knew that. But he couldn't stand being touched by anyone else other than her. Only she had permission to do so. He walked silently through the hallways, noticing a mirror, he stood before it to inspect his face.<br/>She must've kept the cloth on his cheek for awhile because the bruise had almost disappeared completely. It still hurt but at least he wouldn't have to look at the pus swelling on his face. Whispering noises made him turn to see a couple of other students sneaking away from their dorms. His curiosity made him follow them to where several other students were congregated. It seemed that a party was on and Dom decided that that would be a good time to observe his fellow students. Find out stuff about them without them knowing about him. Something he did often as he strolled towards the party.