Kyle didn't go back to class Wednesday when Gabriel saw him. When Kyle saw Gabriel, he couldn't look at him as his face turned a little red. Just pretend he isn't there...just pretend he isn't there...

He just watched Kyle from afar not making any moves. Gabriel just couldn't get enough of looking at other man.
"He will pretend I'm not here.. Well that's good enough,right?", he muttered to himself.
"Sorry did yousay anything?", asked the girl near to him.
"Yea. That you're ugly", he said and few seconds later holding his bleeding nose cursing.
He got hit right in his broken nose. Yes, main troublemaker was back.

When Kyle heard a loud gasp coming from the group, he turned his head to notice Gabriel's nose was bleeding. Mustering all of his courage, he left his stuff and went to get the other man. Taking off his sweater, he wadded it up and placed it to Gabriel's face. "Hold it there until we get to the infirmary on campus," turning to the girl, he gave a glare. "No matter what a person says, you shouldn't respond to violence. In most cases, a man will hit you back...and while we are at it. Should I break your nose over something petty as well?" Not listening for a reaction, he grabbed Gabriel and headed towards the infirmary.

Gabriel was letting other person to lead him, holding the sweater close to the nose. Not really knowing what was going on or who took care of him.
"God .. why in the nose... There are so many other places that weren't already damaged", he muttered dazedly.

Kyle didn't respond, but nodded and got to the infirmary in record time.

"Afternoon...Oh my. That looks nasty..."

"Yes it is and please take care of him. I will go get his stuff."

"Okay."

The infirmary doctor took Gabriel and took him to a bed. "Now let me see...Oh...yeah that is broken."

"Oh shit.. So what now? Do I need to go to hospital? I hate hospitals", he mumbled nervously.
He hated hospitals. It made him sick in his stomach to just think about it. Not once not twice he was in some nasty fights but he just once needed to go to hospital and someone got him there because he was then unconcious.

"No, luckily I have enough medical training so I can do this. I am a real RN you know," said the middle-aged woman as she went to go get some supplies, wash her hands, and removed the sweater from him. "This is going to hurt so bear with me," with that she began to clean his face with a moist wipe and a clean towel as the latex gloves touched his face. A few moments later, the same towel was pressed against his nose as she (as gentle as she could) readjusted his nose. "So...what were you hit with?"

"Everything is better than the hospitał."
He sat there calmly letting doctor do her job.
"Ouch. I got it from the girl from one of my classes. Well I suppose I deserved it but she aimed for the nose.. and it was already damaged ealier", he said wincing from pain. "Does it look really bad? Wouldn't want to have hooked nose."

"Well just don't touch it or get punched in the face again and it won't be hooked," she said calmly as she finished adjusting and taped his nose. "There. All done."

"I'm sorry but do you maybe know who helped me? I do not know whom to thank or give back a sweater when I wash it", he asked standing up.
He was curious and really needed to thank that person.