The following morning, Julius woke up before his alarm went off. He had a terrible migraine, he rubbed his temples, writhing in agony. After a while, he got out of bed and wobbled over to the ensuite bathroom, splashing his face with ice cold water before taking off his bandage and getting into the shower. He decided to take a cold shower to help ease his migraine. His mother had told him that. He gasped as the icy water splashed over his head and rolled off his body. He washed himself and got out, grabbing his grey towel and wrapping it around him. Water dripped from his hair onto the bathroom tiles, he sat on his bed and began drying himself. His migraine hadn't gone but it was a little better. To make matters worse, his hand was burning from the cut. The contact with water had irritated it, he groaned through gritted teeth. He'd need some painkillers, both for his migraine and his hand.

He clumsily rummaged through his bedside drawer, through piles of test papers, old notes, and sweet wrappers until he found a pack of pills. He downed two with a glass of water, not bothering to read the label. Then he changed into his uniform, tie hanging loose around his neck, he grabbed his bag and darted off. Halfway down the stairs, he remembered he had History homework due today, which of course, he hadn't done. He cursed under his breath, he'll just copy off someone.