"Hey Shinra, can I copy your homework?" asked Izaya. "Sure," said Shinra, handing him a paper. Izaya grabbed the paper and reached into his back pack for a pencil. "Ouch!" he cried, withdrawing his hand. "What?" asked the future surgeon. "A stupid pencil stabbed me," Izaya muttered, sucking his wound.
"Eww! No, don't do that! You'll get it all germy! Let me see it!" Shinra exclaimed. He rummaged through his bookbag and pulled out a mini medical kit. "Cute," said Izaya, amused. Shinra ignored him and grabbed an alcohol wipe and a bandaid from the kit. He snatched Izaya's hand and proceeded to clean and bandage the small wound.
Izaya gave Shinra's hand a squeeze. "Doctor, do you think I'm going to live?" he said in a dramatic voice. Shinra laughed and answered, "Not if you don't get that homework copied."
Okay, I hope you liked it. :/ It's kinda lame but whatever. If you did like it, review and I'll post the next chapter. Thanks for reading! 3