[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan laughed. "I don't know about that." As he walked he realized he had been too drunk to look up the locker rooms last night, could only hope none of the boys had got in. "To part of the gym," He answered, pushing open the door and limping towards his office. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyed the bloody mess of a long haired boy sprawled on the locker room floor, then the bloody handprints littering the door and ground. He had come in here to get away. Ryan didn't waste time looking to see if there was anyone else, and crouched. "Dyson...?"

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae followed in shortly after, hearing Paislee's crying. He only needed to get to the closet. He saw the boy and bit his lip, quickly putting away the flags.

"You kay?" She asked the boy, her arms tight around Ryan's neck. Clae walked over, bending down to pick her up. She buried her face in his neck, crying hysterically. She hadn't been but an unborn baby when her mother was killed, but she had seen Clae's brother's body, and had been terrified of blood ever since.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan gazed at her brokenly, leaning close to push Dyson's hair from his face. The boy was breathing, but he was worried. He hated seeing his students hurt, and thinking back on Dyson and Lucas just the day before, this obviously was a problem. He watched him a moment and sighed. "He's pretty beat up but he's just asleep, it's okay..." He got up, grabbing a roll of paper towels, and dampened them, gently brushing blood from the multitude of cuts and raw scrapes over his nearly bare body. He wasn't even in boxers, nothing but a pair of tight briefs. Ryan knew right from wrong though, and was uninterested in his student's body no matter how fit he was. Dyson stirred, groaning faintly, and Ryan helped him sit up. "I have some gym shorts in my office, you want them?"

To help others but not himself. He didn't wait for a reply, getting up and grabbing them anyway before helping Dyson slip them on.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae showed Paislee to the lockers, letting her play with one of the locks. He figured she would be there awhile trying to figure out what the combo was to open it.

He walked back once he was sure she was content and not crying any more. He chewed on his lip, looking worriedly at the boy. He couldn't imagine what had happened, but he did know that Lucas had a thing for him; he was always writing his name in the margin of the notes he was forced to take in Clae's class for his seat time.

"You want me to clean this up?" He asked Ryan, biting down on his lip again.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan looked up, shrugged. "Only if you want." He was busy bandaging cuts and wrapping a swollen wrist. "Why don't you call Lucas?"
"No."
"Dyson I'm not-"
"He can't see my like this, okay?" The boy huffed, tears starting to fall down his cheeks.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae walked into the supply closet and grabbed some rags. He started to wipe up the blood after he dampened them. He cleaned them up carefully so he didn't get blood anywhere. He walked up to the sink and rinsed them out before he started to clean them up again. He didn't blame him for not wanting Lucas to see him; he wouldn't want anyone to see him either.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan sat sound beside him, too afraid to touch him until Dyson reached up and pulled a blood coated hand from the back of his head. Ryan parted his hair gently, wincing. "Dyson-"
"He beat me with a brick..." He mumbled. "I- the hospital called and I tried leaving early and-"
"Who?"
"It's none of your business.." The boy growled, staring down at his hands.
Ryan huffed. "Do you need to go to the hosp-"
"No. No..I can't..."

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae didn't feel like jumping in, not until he realized the boy was bleeding. He sat down carefully next to him, folding his hands in his lap. He wasn't a medic, but he did know the basics. Everyone had to.

"Do you think you need stitches? Cause I can give you stitches. If Ryan can distract Paislee. She doesn't do well with blood." He said, running his hands up and down his legs. The boy could say no all he wanted, he needed some sort of help, and head wounds didn't heal themselves.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Dyson glared over at him. "Fine, whatever."
Ryan was.more worried about the possibility of a concussion. He stood slowly, limping towards the little girl after grabbing his badge, uniform and guitar, and sat down again. "Paislee look what I got." He strummed it softly, smiling at her.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae smiled as Paislee exclaimed, toddling over to Ryan. She snuggled close to him, looking up at him with a smile. Clae ran back outside, and came back with a bottle of vodka, a roll of fishing wire, and a sewing kit.

He handed him the bottle, and sat down next to him. "Drink until you're numb. You're gonna crash with us tonight." He said, looking over at Paislee. She smiled and waved, and he waved back.