In the janitor's closet, Vorden was told of the plan to injure himself to get teleported to the hospital. It would come at the risk of getting questioned why they were so far away from class, but if Quinn was gone, then it would mean the little one, or Sil would become distraught at the news.
'And after I promised him that he would be okay…' Vorden thought.
"Alright, do you want me to do the honors?" Raten commented, trying to scooch onto the chair, "You're a wuss when it comes to these kinds of things."
"Shut up!" Vorden shot out, then lowered his voice, "I'm hesitating because I don't want to wake him up."
On the outside, Vorden peeked through the small window on the door to see if there was anyone around. Thankfully, or not so thankfully, there wasn't, so he opened up the door and placed his hand between it and the door frame.
"Are you sure you don't want me to do this?" Raten reminded.
