Falling down stairs hurts like hell. Especially when you’re falling with two other people.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” This concerned exclamation comes from the scrappy guy who fell on top of me.

“Uh, maybe?” Is the only answer I can muster with out groaning.

“I should've been paying attention, I’m so sorry-” Scrappy-guy is cut off by the tears leaking out of his eyes.

“Hey don’t cry…” I have no idea what to do, I mean all he did was trip, why is he crying?

“ I’m sorry to cut off this heart wrenching exchange but I can’t feel my legs,” A new voice snaps.

“Ah, sorry,’ I say as Scrappy-boy and I scrabble off of the owner of the voice, a red-head with eyes that could shoot, not just knives, but swords and maybe some medieval lances as well.

A smothering silence ensues, none of us knowing what to say to the others. Finally, I can’t stand it any longer. “My name’s Nick, what about you guys?” Ugh, smooth, couldn’t I have come up with something a little less awkward?

“James,” mutters the scrappy-boy, his eyes still leaking “, nice to meet you.”

“Ashlynn,” sighs the redhead,” Ashlynn Flint.”