Griffin sat frozen in his place as the girl burst out into hysterics. He didn't know why she was suddenly was laughing, had he said soemthing funny? "You don't need to worry about that. I'm already hated by my peers." she said to him with the friendliest smile on her face it made Griffin shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Besides, there's no way I could just stand by and watch another person die when I could help." "I'm not just any person." he told he her; his voice as stern as ever. "What was that word your kind had called me? A monster?"
He hopped off of the bed and moved over to look out the window. There was nothing on the other side, nothing but a brick wall blocking out any sight of the outside world. "Who am I?" he asked the girl, but mainly he was asking himself as he stared absentmindedly out the window. It was always a question he's been meaning to ask himself, but never exactly had the chance to.
Azalea could make out the boy's footsteps as he walked out the room heard him rummaging through something until he finally returned. She glanced to see that he had a first aid kit in his hands, "Show me the wound." he muttered; glaring for the sixth time since she's been here.
"No," Azalea said flatly as she pulled her legs up closer to her chest and away from him. "Get away from me." It wasn't that she hated the guy, but after what the others did to her; bringing her here and torturing her, he wasn't her favorite person either. Infact, he made her sick and ever so infuriated in all the wrong places that her pulsing in her head came back. She tried to press a hand over the wound to ease the pressure, but it did very little help.