Green was the first to emerge from the debris.

He crawled out from under his desk, wiping away dirt from his long emerald hair. He coughed loudly as he did, his breathing shallow, labored, and heavy, lungs filled with dust, ash and dirt. Despite the smoke in the air, it was rather bright outside. He looked around what once used to be his classroom, confused, scared, but most importantly, shocked. All he could smell was ashes, smoke, and the putrid smell of burning flesh and bones. It didn't take him long to realize he was the only one in his immediate surroundings that had survived the destruction, as he looked around the place, his gaze only finding dirty burnt and bloody corpses of both Changers and humans, lying around the classroom alongside remains of chairs and tables.

Something felt off about himself. He patted his body around with his trembling hands, wondering if maybe he had lost a limb and didn't realize it yet.

He was completely fine. He wasn't missing anything.

Then it hit him. He gasped loudly, eyes widening in terror, back straightening and heartbeat picking up the pace.

"CARRIAH???" he yelled out, frantically looking around the ruins of his classroom.

His Changer was gone.

There was no mistaking it. That feeling of emptiness in his head. The fact she didn't respond to his cries. That nothing at all was moving around in the room.

Green fell to the floor and screamed, cold salty tears of despair rolling down his face, seeping into his mouth, his nose, falling on the floor, on his shirt, on his hands that had grabbed his head, slender and wounded fingers sinking into his messy and dirty hair.

He lost Carriah. He lost her. He lost her.

He couldn't believe it.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

His head was pounding like a drum, he felt dizzy and nauseous. He didn't realize it, but his knees had been bleeding on his white pants, leaving large dark crimson stains on both sides, and something in his neck ached horribly.

He was helpless without her, wasn't he?

Two firefighters entered the room and called out to Green, asking him if he was okay. The young adult looked up and stared at them. Should he even tell them about Carriah..? What was going to happen? They'd put him in a mental ward in no time, no? He didn't want that. Any of that.

Slowly and shakily, Green stood back up on his feet, legs still trembling with shock. He moved toward the firefighters, opening his mouth to say something, but suddenly, tripped on a part of.. something on the floor. It felt soft and a bit warm under his foot, and as he made contact with it, he realized it was probably a corpse, and then felt his head get light, a multitude of black dots appearing in his vision, muscles weak and numb, breathing getting shallow, as he fell on the floor, and unconscious.

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Green woke back up, now sitting in the back of an emergency vehicle, a sharp pain immediately hitting his skull. He moved a hand to his head, wincing painfully. He probably hit his head when he fell. A male nurse walked to him, and shot him a concerned look. "Did you hit your head?" He asked. Green shrugged. "I-I guess.. I don't know…" he said quietly.

The nurse frowned and gently placed his hand on Green's head, right where it hurt. The sharp pain came back and Green whimpered. "Oh, I guess you did." The man said, then smiled. "It's alright, don't worry, it's a quick fix. I'll just see if you bled or were wounded anywhere else, just in case." He looked at his hand and then inspected Green's head. He then pulled back and started inspecting the rest of his body. "Do you feel any sharp pain anywhere other than your head and knees?" The nurse asked.

Green shook his head.

"Do you have difficulty breathing?"

Green shook his head again.

"Can you see and hear properly?" The nurse asked. Green shrugged. He felt as if his head was filled with cotton. He could hear the nurse properly, although he couldn't focus on anything he was doing, and had trouble looking at him.

"Any aching or numbness?" The nurse finally asked.

Green froze. His body did ache in a few places, mainly his legs and neck, although the nurse already knew that. But technically, yes, there was numbness. He couldn't feel a part of his own mind anymore. Although this more had to do with the disappearance of his Changer than any physical wound he could potentially have.

"Sir?"

Although, wasn't this also a physical wound? He lost a part of himself, in a way.

Something was wrong, however..

He couldn't put his finger on it, but it's as if the loss was… somehow making him feel lighter?

"Sir? What's wrong?"

Loud terrorized sobbing interrupted Green's thoughts, and he looked up, seeing a tall blonde man, who Green recognized as Yellow, get dragged off away from the school as he squirmed around, his arms reached out in front of him and giving off the feeling that he was being dragged to the emergency vehicle against his will. Feeling which was then proven as he started screaming at the nurse who was carrying him, begging her to let him back in.

"PLEASE, I NEED MY CHANGER, ALSA IS STILL INSIDE, Y-YOU CAN'T JUST TEAR ME AWAY FROM HIM, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU!!" Yellow screamed, sobbing violently and kicking the air, desperately trying to get away from the nurse.

The nurse placed him down on the vehicle's floor, and extended her hand. "He's in shock, we'll have to sedate him." The other nurse, who was taking care of Green, nodded, handing her a syringe. She quickly pinned the man down, and stuck the needle in his neck. Yellow slowly stopped struggling, and his head bumped against the floor as it fell. His eyes were still open, lids heavy, breathing now becoming more even and slow. The tears, however, were still clearly there, falling down his dirty and blood-stained cheeks and spreading in a small puddle under his head.

Upon further inspection, and after the other man moved his head, Green realized that Yellow was missing hair, and his right ear. In their place was a large red blotch of mangled and burnt flesh, which spread to the right side of his face. Green then looked at the rest of him, seeing that Yellow's clothes were pretty much burnt to a crisp, torn and coal black in some places, and his once fair skin that showed through the holes was now red and bloody. The man's right hand was twitching violently, probably from the pain.

This sight only made Green realize just how lucky he had been to only have gotten away with a few scratches.

"Y-Yellow.." Green said softly, extending a trembling hand to his shoulder.

"He can't currently hear you. It seems his eardrums were damaged during the incident. We'll have to run some tests on him back at the hospital to see how badly it was affected.." the female nurse said, lifting Yellow in her arms and getting him in a stretched inside the ambulance. "You'll have to come with us as well, you seem pretty physically fine to me, but the loss of your Changers is still… not good." She then added. Green nodded, climbing in the vehicle and sitting next to Yellow, looking at him with a terrified expression.

He still couldn't believe anything that was happening.

"Uhm, m-miss?" He turned to the female nurse. She looked at him. "Yes?"

"Is… is there anyone else… that survived?"

She nodded. "From my knowledge, one other boy, semi-long black hair, red eyes… he too lost his Changer, and he's in a very unstable condition, but… he's alive."

Black.. so he survived as well..

"That's… it?"

The nurse nodded sadly. "For now, yes. There might be more survivors, but we'll have to see."

Green looked down for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, a hard thing to do with all the cotton filling his head.

"Do… you know why it happened?"

She shook her head.

"Oh.."

He felt like crying, but nothing was coming out. He just didn't have the strength to do anything else. Green sighed heavily, and closed his eyes, hoping that maybe when he opened them up again, he'd be back at school.