Joe's POV:

I walked down the hall to my classroom. As I was about to open the door I realized I had forgotten my cup of coffee. I sighed at the thought of having to walk all the way back to get my coffee. I still had ten minutes until class and I was really in need of some coffee right now. I'd been up until 2:30 AM this morning going through last weeks tests. I had promised my students to give them back today and therefore I had stayed up until I was done. This, unfortunately, meant I had just gotten four hours of sleep. I felt completely dead inside, so I decided to go back to get my coffee to wake myself up.

I walked fast through the hallways so I wouldn't be late for class. I sighed at the thought of todays class. It was English; Alex' class. As much as I wanted to, I hadn't talked to him in a while. It was so weird to see him sitting in the classroom with all the others, like he was just another student. Because Alex was not just anyone. He was special, at least to me. I really liked him and I was constantly wondering what the fuck I was going to do with this situation. It was illegal and I could lose the job, or worse, go to prison.

I sighed again. I really needed that coffee. When I was tired I started overthinking things and right now that was the last thing I needed.

As I walked around a corner I nearly crashed into three students. Two boys and one girl. I didn't recognize them and before I could take a closer look they had already ran off and I brushed it off and continued walking.

However, when I rounded the corner, I saw someone laying on the floor, unconscious. I ran over to the person and knelt down. They were laying on their stomach with their face down so I didn't see who it was. As I turned the person around I realized to my horror that it was Alex.

"Shit, Alex?" I cried out. I checked his pulse and I was relieved when I found it. It was weak but it was definitely there. Students had stopped on their way to class to see what had happened and some were trying to help.

"You should take him to the hospital. He may have a concussion or something," said a girl with blond, curly hair. I recognized her from one of my class, Angelina Davis. She had a good point about the fact that Alex probably needed to go to the hospital. I nodded at her. "You are right. I'll take him there," I said as I scooped Alex up in my arms. "Can you please go tell the principal or secretary what happened?"

She nodded and ran off. I jogged to my car to get Alex to the hospital and the student walked off to their classes. I was extremely worried about Alex. His nose was bleeding and his arm looked broken from what I could see. I rushed to the car as fast as I could, and luckily it was parked just outside the school, so it didn't take long before we were at the hospital.