As soon as they woke, they knew it was going to be a bad day. Hungover and exhausted, they dragged themself to class, falling asleep midway through (and saved by a certain albino's elbow in the ribs). And then there was the lunch break, the one where Maka pulled them away from the crowd of friends by the arm to an empty classroom, and gave them a good talking-to.

"What's wrong? You look ill."

"I-I promise it's not my fault…"

"Right. Just spill," she commanded wearily.

And they did. Everything.

They spent the rest of the day in the dispensary.