-3rd Person POV-

Nico slept an entire day. The first week was over and it was now Monday of the second. At around 7:32 on the afternoon he awoke, groggy and confused.

He was alone, not even a nurse to watch his condition. Splitting headache and weak limbs, Nico peeled back the covers and stood shakily on the cold floor. His head hurt every time he tried to remember the events that brought him such pain.

Instead of worrying about his condition, he stared at his uniform. It was covered in sweat, puke, and other nonrecognizable alien-like liquids. He had no idea where to get a new one, and none of the others seemed to be around to get one for him. His body felt too weak to leave the safety of his room as well.

Ripping his shirt off, he washed his abdomen off in the shower and squeezed the water out of his sweatpants. Inspecting his face in the mirror, Nico noticed the sides off his mouth was scratched and his wrists and ankles bruised.

It was easy to recognize what happened, but too painful. Huffing, Nico decided to ignore the slight twinge he felt when he opened his sore jaw and rolled the ache out of his wrists.

-1st Person POV-

I was fucking famished. The slight bubbling in my chest was bothersome at most, but still a nuisance. I still had no shirt, but I could still find something to eat first. 

The hallways were cold. Sure, it was cold in the room, but at least I had the privacy to shiver. Now I had to ignore the feeling of my hair rising on my arms and goosebumps forming on my skin.

Girls and guys alike gawked at my perfectly sculpted body as I walked by, something usually covered by the uniform. I relished in the cat-calls and whispers as I headed to the cafeteria. Just in time as well, seeing as they were almost out of food. 

"What are you doing here?" an accusing voice called out.

My senses dulled. The apple in my mouth felt like chewing on a sponge. Heat traveled to the back of my head where the enemy was staring. I turned around to see someone I'd never met before, yet all the pores in my body were crying for me to get away.

Ignoring the twinge in my gut, I faced this guy in head on.

"What did you just say to me?" I asked sizing him up.

He was a higher ranked uniform than I was, and a different weight class altogether. 

"Watch your mouth brat. Did you not learn anything from our last encounter? When we kicked your ass?"

I didn't recognize this guy's face, but his voice was nauseatingly familiar. 

"You have me confused for somebody else, jackass. Go fuck off somewhere else."

He stared at me with a dead stare.

"Then are you not Ghost's bitch?"

The static in my head grew even worse. It became heavier and heavier until supporting my neck was too much of a struggle. A shallow breath came in and out of my mouth.

Ghost's bitch.

Ghost.

I threw up my empty stomach over his shoes. I barely recognized when his foot slammed into my face.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! Tomorrow you and me at the cafeteria. We fight for permanent switches."

The vultures around us grew louder and louder.

Until I could barely breathe.

"Okay puppy?"