“Leave!”

Suddenly Emily swung at Travis with something dense and rough, hitting him savagely on his left cheek.

Travis hit the white tiled floor hard. His vision became blurry, the item the green eyed girl was carrying looked round and brown. He gasped for a breath, and his short exhale turned a long nasty cough. Emily was yelling incoherently now, swing again and again at Travis in a rage. He reached for something on his waist, but a stomp on his left wrist and the ensuing crack that came with the blow made his effort a fruitless one. Travis tried to get up, but his legs were shaking as much as the violent girl before him was.

She was out of her mind, clearly.

But that didn’t help matters, as she kept wailing on him. Her blows weren’t as painful as they initially were.

Grimly, Travis realized why. It wasn’t that Emily’s persistent bashes were getting weaker, it was that he was. A few hits on the head does one’s sense of pain(among many other things) no good. His vision was getting fuzzier and fuzzier, things were looking extra awful.

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He cursed inwardly at himself. He was supposed to help people, not drive them further into insanity. And dying here? Dying at a dippy little university for over talented kiddies? It was pathetic. He had not spent all of the all-nighters studying idiotically difficult and mind numbly elaborate concepts of mathematics to end up like this. The room was spinning. It wasn’t of course, but it felt like it was.

Travis heard something that wasn’t his bruised body smack on the ground. It was the clay Buddha statue he saw before, but it was missing the jolly shaved head. His right hand reached for the statue, and miraculously was allowed to grab it. He managed to get a good hold on it.

The blows continued, but Emily didn’t notice his right arm, at least not yet. Emily’s left hand hit Travis in the face, this time knocking off his glasses, which went flying to the opposite wall. His right arm was raised, the statue in his hand perfectly positioned to thump the berserker girl in the head, hard. Travis brought his right arm down with all of his strength. Emily shrieked and spun to the right, narrowly avoiding the clay instrument of pain. The statue shattered… on the-