Hey. Hi. How are you? Fine thanks. You look pretty. Smile.
Let's go. Hand on shoulder.
Where are we going? You'll see.
So, isn't so-and-so such a crappy teacher?
Actually, so-and-so is worse --
Blank stare.
Oh you're right. Never mind. Sinking feeling.
Today we pulled such a great prank on...
Sigh. Thoughts crowd exhausted head. I really shouldn't have stayed outside in the sun for so long. I feel sick.
... ha ha, isn't that awesome?
Yeah.
And then...
I can't concentrate. It's not late...why do I feel tired? I need a nap. My head hurts. It's too hot in here. I can't breath.
Push chair back.
Hey, where are you going? I was just about to tell you this fantastic story about–
I don't feel well. Stumbles.
Oh okay. Disappointed. Get some fresh air. But hurry back.
Reaches door. Gasp. Feels dizzy. Hand to forehead. I'm burning up.
He's waiting.
Collapses in chair again.
Are you going to eat that?
You can have it. Fork falls with a clatter.
Mm-hmm. Yeah. That's cool. All right. Yes. Nod.
Let's go, Dahlia.
Pulls self to feet. Grabs his arm.
Looks surprised. Oh. Here's your cloak.
Nod.
Outside.
Hey, Dahlia, you know you are really pretty.
Manage smile. Thanks.
Hands on shoulder. Face closer and closer.
Whoa no warning for that. Ha ha, are you protesting kissing Sirius Black? "Ha ha" – why am I not laughing? I have a bad feeling in my stomach.
Dahlia... there are too many people here. I'll show you a place that's nice and private.
Grabs arm for support, stumbling. Almost as if I'm drunk. But I'm not. My head is buzzing like mad, my throat is stinging, and my face is searing.
Darkness. Ah, my head. The buzzing fades a bit.
Lumos. Ow. My eyes. Don't. I need rest. Go away.
Dahlia.
Oh go away. I'm tired.
Dahlia. Lips cold on my burning face. Arms around my neck.
Gasp for air. Ugh, is this a blanket or a layer of dust?
I don't feel well. I don't feel well.
You're fine. You're fine. Leans closer. Dahlia, you're so pretty.
No. I'm sick. The date's over.
I want to cry. Azim, you are truly gone forever.
Let's go. Hand on shoulder.
Where are we going? You'll see.
So, isn't so-and-so such a crappy teacher?
Actually, so-and-so is worse --
Blank stare.
Oh you're right. Never mind. Sinking feeling.
Today we pulled such a great prank on...
Sigh. Thoughts crowd exhausted head. I really shouldn't have stayed outside in the sun for so long. I feel sick.
... ha ha, isn't that awesome?
Yeah.
And then...
I can't concentrate. It's not late...why do I feel tired? I need a nap. My head hurts. It's too hot in here. I can't breath.
Push chair back.
Hey, where are you going? I was just about to tell you this fantastic story about–
I don't feel well. Stumbles.
Oh okay. Disappointed. Get some fresh air. But hurry back.
Reaches door. Gasp. Feels dizzy. Hand to forehead. I'm burning up.
He's waiting.
Collapses in chair again.
Are you going to eat that?
You can have it. Fork falls with a clatter.
Mm-hmm. Yeah. That's cool. All right. Yes. Nod.
Let's go, Dahlia.
Pulls self to feet. Grabs his arm.
Looks surprised. Oh. Here's your cloak.
Nod.
Outside.
Hey, Dahlia, you know you are really pretty.
Manage smile. Thanks.
Hands on shoulder. Face closer and closer.
Whoa no warning for that. Ha ha, are you protesting kissing Sirius Black? "Ha ha" – why am I not laughing? I have a bad feeling in my stomach.
Dahlia... there are too many people here. I'll show you a place that's nice and private.
Grabs arm for support, stumbling. Almost as if I'm drunk. But I'm not. My head is buzzing like mad, my throat is stinging, and my face is searing.
Darkness. Ah, my head. The buzzing fades a bit.
Lumos. Ow. My eyes. Don't. I need rest. Go away.
Dahlia.
Oh go away. I'm tired.
Dahlia. Lips cold on my burning face. Arms around my neck.
Gasp for air. Ugh, is this a blanket or a layer of dust?
I don't feel well. I don't feel well.
You're fine. You're fine. Leans closer. Dahlia, you're so pretty.
No. I'm sick. The date's over.
I want to cry. Azim, you are truly gone forever.