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As Chanse sat at the culinary crimes table next to Courtney & Shayne, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It was always there for him to an extent, especially on shows like this and Eat it or Yeet it, where it involved potentially gross foods. But when he was initially asked to be on Eat it or Yeet it early on in his time at Smosh, he’d feared that people would be think he was over the top or a “Drama Queen” if he said no and opted out. So, despite knowing the exact reason he shouldn’t be doing shows like this, he always said yes.

But today already felt worse than usual. They were filming after lunch, so he was coming into this with more food in his stomach than normal. And as soon as he opened his eyes and saw an abnormally green colored hot dog on the plate in front of him, he knew he was in for a rough time. But he plastered on a brave face and picked up the gross looking hot dog slathered in a mysterious white condiment and took a bite at the same time as the married couple next to him.

The moment that green colored meat made it towards the back of his throat, he felt his gag reflex activate. He felt like he was going to throw up, and he reached for his yeet bucket, but then his brain kicked in. He at least opened his mouth up enough to spit out the rancid hot dog, but his mind would not allow him to throw up, even though he clearly needed to. Instead, he swallowed the vomit and bile rising in his throat, as he usually did while trying to stop the upchucking process. But this time, it was barely working.

He could still feel his gag reflex actively rebelling against him, trying to get the gross food out of his system, but Chanse would barely ever even let himself throw up when he was by himself, let alone on camera.

By this point, it had been long enough since he spit out the hot dog, and despite trying his best to hide his gagging and the internal battle to keep the vomit at bay, the crew behind the camera and his cast members next to him had noticed that something was up. They didn’t know specifically what, but since he looked sick and hadn’t spoken for the past couple minutes, something was probably wrong.

Shayne glanced at Emily & Bailey just behind the camera, trying to silently ask them to turn them off for a minute, which they were already on top of. Emily motioned to James and Bailey motioned to Brennan to cut the cameras for a moment. As they all had this silent exchange, Courtney turned their attention to Chanse next to them, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey Chanse, you okay?” Courtney whispered to him. He looked up at them, almost ashamed of the fact that people had caught on. He didn’t want to slow down the shoot, so he took another large swallow in an attempt to respond to Courtney.

“Y-yeah, I’m oka-“Chanse started before his gag reflex betrayed him again, threatening to let the vomit through. He managed to catch it and swallow, but just barely, and definitely obvious enough for Courtney to see it and be able to tell what was going on. Without a second thought, Courtney quickly stood up from the table, grabbing Chanse’s hand and running off the set, towards the all gendered bathroom next to the bullpen.

They held open the door once they got there and gestured Chanse in, but he shook his head.

“No, seriously, Courtney, I’m fin-“ He started before the bile rose again. Courtney grabbed his wrist again, dragging him into the bathroom.

“Clearly, you’re not.” Courtney stated, rubbing Chanse’s back. “You seem pretty nauseous, but you keep holding it back. You’ve gotta let it out, bud.” Chanse shook his head again, pulling himself away from Courtney.

“No, I can’t, I can’t do that. I’m too scar-” Chanse said before the most intense wave of nausea he’d ever felt, hit him, causing him to lurch forward. He placed a hand over his mouth trying to stop the vomit that was coming up from his throat, this time too quick for him to be able to stop it. It was no use though; it was coming up.

Courtney knew what was about to happen milliseconds before it started and helped pull Chanse over towards the toilet as quickly as possible. Seconds ago, Chanse would have done everything he could not to let them help him, but right now his body was giving him no choice.

He leaned down and finally let himself throw up into the toilet, letting the dark green chunks of meat and yellowish chunks of bread make their way into the bowl. After a few more seconds of vomiting, Chanse pulled himself back up, realizing for the firsttime that Courtney was pushing his curls out of his face to keep them from getting vomit in them. He must’ve been so focused on the vomit leaving his body and the battle going on in his brain, that he didn’t notice.

He pulled back and he leaned up against the wall, some of the mental and physical exhaustion take over. He closed his eyes but could feel the fear creeping in, the realization of what had just happened. Not only that he’d thrown up, but with another person around. It was his worst nightmare come to life. As he opened his eyes, he felt the tears start to well up.

Courtney slid over to him from where she was sitting on the floor, wiping Chanse’s tears as well as clearing a few beats of sweat off of his forehead.

“Chanse, what’s wrong honey? Is it the food? The sickness?” Courtney asked him. He shook his head again, barely able to look up at her.

“No, it’s just that. I-I’m really scared of, well, God it feels so stupid.”

“Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.” Courtney reassured, rubbing Chanse’s shoulder.

“I’m scared of vomiting. Of seeing it, of doing it myself.” He explained timidly, eyes still on the tiled floor. “I don’t even throw up when I’m alone, especially not in front of people. It’s scarier when it’s in front of others-“He started tearing up again. Courtney pulled him into a hug, which Chanse would normally reject from just about anyone, but right now it made him feel safe.

“That was probably really scary for you, Chanse. I’m proud of you for getting through that.” Courtney exclaimed as they pulled away. “And it’ll probably be scary for a long time, but just know, if you ever need someone to be your safe space, to be the one person you can ask for help in situations like this, I’ll be there. I promise.” She stared deeply into his hazel eyes, as a few more tears fell, but less because of fear and more because of love and safety. Chanse reached out and pulled them into another hug.

“Thank you, Court. I love you.” Chanse exclaimed tearfully.

“I love you too, Chanse.” Courtney said. They pulled away, taking Chanse’s hand and helping them up from the floor. “Now let’s go, I’m taking you home!”

“What? But what about the shoot?” Chanse asked. Courtney waved them off.

“It’ll be fine, we’ll reschedule. I’ll ask Shayne to talk to Emily and Bailey about it. Now, go grab your stuff. It’s been a rough day for your stomach and your brain; you need to rest.” Chanse begrudgingly trudged off to grab his stuff from the bullpen as Shayne left the set and made his way over to his wife.

“Is Chanse okay?” He asked.

“He’s not feeling well, so I’m gonna drop him off at home. Will you tell Emily & Bailey?” Courtney asked Shayne, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Of course,” He responded, as Chanse returned with his stuff. Shayne accompanied both of them to the door and as they were about to head out, Shayne remembered something. “Oh Chanse, do you wanna know what the substitution was?” Chanse nodded, leaning over to let Shayne whisper it in his ear. He immediately recoiled.

“Zucchini?!” Chanse shrieked. Shayne nodded. “That’s fucking sick.” Chanse shook his head as he followed Courtney out of the building and towards their car.

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Angela bounded onto the pit set in her “stand up to cancer” t-shirt with more unbridled energy than anyone had ever seen from her. They were doing another Just Dance Charity stream, mainly because the cause was close to their hearts at the moment since Keith’s cancer recently returned. Obviously, Angela was known for being a theatre girly, so she loved any video that involved her getting to perform for the camera. And Just Dance was one of those games she loved doing specifically for that reason! She’d had so much fun on the last stream they did, that she couldn’t help but bounce around in anticipation for this stream, that and that she was also excited to raise money for a good cause.

Chanse clocked her the moment she walked in, patting the spot next to him on the couch to get her to sit. She reluctantly sat, still tapping her toes and drumming her fingers on her knees. Chanse giggled at her childlike energy.

“Well, someone’s clearly excited for the stream?!” Chanse jokingly asked, earning him an iconic honk laugh from Tommy sitting on the other side of him.

“That or she accidentally got a triple shot latte again.” Tommy remarked, smirking over at both of them. Chanse giggled while Angela death stared the taller man.

“That was one time!” She shot back. Chanse & Tommy shot each other a look, clearly not believing her. “Besides can’t I just be energetic because I want to be?”

“No.” The two men said in unison, flipping their heads towards each other in surprise before quietly laughing together before turning their attention back to Angela.

“I’m just excited for the stream, okay. I can’t wait to dance and raise money.” She explained. “And I only had my standard double shot latte this morning for your information!”

“Sure.” Tommy replied, rolling his eyes. “But honestly, me too! I really enjoyed the last stream, especially doing ‘Sissy That Walk’ with you and Courtney, Chanse!” He playfully nudged the shorter man next to him. Chanse’s cheeks flushed pink for a second at the attention from the tall blonde.

“Oooo!! Chanse is flustered!!” Angela teased, hitting his shoulder playfully. Chanse shoved her back lightly.

“Shut up!” Chanse retorted. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at the whole interaction.

“Oooo! We should do a trio dance together at some point today!” Angela suggested, clapping her hands together excitedly. The two men smiled at each other before turning back to her and nodding.

“I’m in!” Tommy replied.

“Me too! But be careful Ang, if you’re using all that energy with no control, you could injure yourself.” Chanse warned. Angela waved him off.

“Don’t worry about me, Chanse. I’ll be fine!” Angela retorted.

“Okay.” Chanse replied, sharing a worried look with Tommy before shifting their glance over to Spencer & Alex as they started the stream.

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“OH MY GOD GUYS!! We should do ‘Juice’ by Lizzo!” Angela exclaimed, looking back at Chanse & Tommy on the couch. She had just finished dancing to “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter with Courtney and Arasha, but still seemed like she had enough energy to keep going.

“Are you sure, Ang? You just went a second ago, don’t you wanna sit down for a second?” Chanse asked her worriedly. She had done a lot of songs in these first hours without taking a break. But nothing was going to stop Angela Giarratana from continuing to play a game she really liked.

“Nah, I’m all good. I’m not even tired!” Angela responded, gesturing to them to get up. “C’mon get up here and join me boys!” Chanse and Tommy just shrugged at each other and stood up, each grabbing a Nintendo switch remote and standing behind Angela as they started the dance.

It was a very physically active dance, specifically since the avatars were set up as a fitness instructor and two of her students. Angela was front and center as the instructor and Chanse & Tommy danced behind her as the students. There were a lot of difficult moves to keep up with, but they were all managing to do so, especially Angela. She was putting so much into every move, so much uncontrolled energy, that it was starting to scare them both.

Once they started the first chorus, they were all doing a move where they were shifting their knees in and out while waving their hands in the air. And all was good, until Angela felt something in her knee give out. It felt like a buckle, but also kind of a pop at the same time.

“Owwww!” Angela yelped, as her knee started giving out. She turned around, she didn’t know why, maybe because she didn’t want to fall facing the camera. And that she did, she collapsed to the floor right in front of both Chanse & Tommy. The two men immediately dropped down to her level, Chanse specifically launching into protective bestie mode.

“Angela?!? What’s wrong?” Chanse asked quickly, trying to assess how hard of a fall she took.

“My kn-knee, it b-buckled but it also felt like it popped and I-i fell-“She croaked out as tears started welling up in her eyes. Tommy placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Chanse looked up over the smaller girls' head at Spencer & Alex behind the camera.

“Can we turn the music off?” Chanse asked as he continued to assess if anything was broken from how Angela looked or reacted. Alex immediately turned the song & game off for a moment, as Spencer talked to the camera crew about turning off the cameras for the moment.

“Can you walk on it? Does it feel like it’s broken?” Tommy asked, trying to seem calm but clearly a little bit panicked as well.

“I don’t know, it hurts and it feels Tw-twisted and it hurts and-“She tried to explain but started crying again. Tommy quickly glanced over at Chanse trying to figure out what to do next.

“Tommy, help me get her up. We should get out of here for a minute to look at her so they can keep going with the stream.” Chanse stated. Tommy nodded and slipped one of arms around Angela’s back. Chanse did the same and then they slowly stood up, helping Angela walk off the set and into the bullpen, keeping the weight off of her right leg.

They sat her down on the couch in the middle of the bullpen, Chanse kneeling down in front of her and Tommy running off to the kitchen to get an ice pack and a towel. He returned quickly to watch Chanse help her roll up her sweatpants so they could look at her knee.

“Can you try to move it, Ang?” Chanse asked her softly, clutching her hand, ready for her to squeeze it based on how much pain she was feeling. She nodded, straightening out her left leg slightly and wincing at the pain and squeezing Chanse’s hand.

“Owww!” Angela squeaked out. Chanse patted her shoulder and gestured for Tommy to place the ice pack on her knee, which he did very carefully. They both looked up to see Ale walking towards them with a first aid kit.

“How is she?” Ale asked, already having had the situation explained to her by Ian. She kneeled down next to Chanse, in front of Angela. Chanse turned to address her as Tommy clutched Angela’s other hand, offering her support.

“She’s in pain but she can move it slightly, so it doesn’t seem broken. She said it buckled & popped or something.” Chanse explained.

“Okay, you’re probably right but let me take a look.” Ale said, carefully looking over to Angela and gesturing to the ice pack. “Can I take this off for a second.” She nodded, squeezing both Chanse & Tommy’s hands as Ale checked her knee.

“Owww- Chanse!” Angela exclaimed, gripping him tighter and leaning her head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Angie. We’re here.” Chanse responded softly, using his other hand to pet her hair.

“Good news, Angela. It doesn’t look broken.” Ale explained. “But you probably twisted it, so you should ice it and stay off of it as much as possible.” Angela’s face fell.

“What about the livestream?” Angela asked tearfully.

“Well, you probably won’t be dancing anymore today sadly. I would recommend that you go home and rest it.” Ale explained.

“No! I wanna stay! I already can’t dance, so please let me stay!” Angela whined, hiding her face in Chanse’s shoulder.

“Alright, as long as you can extend your leg out and ice it.” Ale stated.

“Yeah, we can let Angela have the couch to herself and we can sit in front of it.” Tommy suggested, looking over at Chanse & Angela for approval.

“Yeah, that works!” Chanse responded, standing up and placing an arm behind her back again, Tommy following after him. They helped her up again and walked her back onto the set.

They were in between songs when they walked back in and almost everyone hopped up in excitement seeing them come back in. They helped her over to the couch and placed the ice pack back on her knee.

“How are you, Angela? Are you okay?” Spencer asked from behind the camera.

“Yeah, I twisted my knee, but it’s not broken, thank God!” Angela started explaining. “So, I’m done dancing for the day! But I’m here to be everyone’s cheerleader for the rest of the stream!” Everyone cheered and applauded, proud of her bravery. Chanse & Tommy hugged her before sitting down in front of the couch, as Ian, Trevor and Arasha got up to dance to “7 Rings” by Ariana Grande.

“I think you and Arasha were wrong during the ‘That’s Totally You’ game.” Tommy whispered, smirking at Chanse.

“What?” Chanse asked him, confused.

“You guys said you weren’t good in a crisis.” Tommy stated. “And I don’t think that’s true. You were really good in a crisis right there!”

“Well, it’s Angela, she’s my best friend. I’d do anything to help & protect her. So that’s why I was good right there.” Chanse explained shyly.

“Either way, you’re a hero, Chanse!” Tommy replied, smiling brightly and knocking his knee playfully against his, then looking up at the dancers. Chanse felt a blush cover his face all over again, smiling cutely to himself before shaking it off and looking back up and focusing on the rest of the stream.

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It was a standard TNTL, the normal gaggle of cast members, so Tommy thought it was an appropriate time to bring back his fan favorite character, mental illness. So, he put on the rainbow onesie & yellow wig and grabbed what he thought was a plastic & breakable plate.

Chanse was sitting in the stool as Tommy walked out behind him, grinning creepily.

“Hello Chanse!” Tommy shrieked in his kooky & vaguely European character voice as he crossed to the other side of the stool. He started breaking the plastic plate in half as he noticed something, this wasn’t his usual easily breakable plastic plate, but a standard one with sharp edges that could still cut him from the wrong angle. Which he also found out as one of those edge pieces scraped across the palm of his left hand.

“Ow.” Tommy cried out softly and under his breath as he dropped the other pieces to the floor and placed his other hand over his left to futily try to stop the bleeding. While he thought that most people hadn’t heard him, and most crew behind the cameras hadn’t, the one person who had was quickly turning his head to watch him. Chanse saw the cut, he saw some of the blood leak out before he covered it. He quickly swallowed his water and hopped off of the stool.

“Tommy!” Chanse exclaimed, grabbing his other non-injured hand and pulling him out into the bullpen. He didn’t really think much of this through, he just felt the need to get Tommy out of there.

“What the hell, Chanse?” Tommy asked exasperatedly. “I’m fine!” Chanse continued pulling him until they made it to the kitchen, closing the door behind them. No one was in there as everyone who would be was a part of the shoot already.

“No, you’re not!” Chanse explained as he pulled him over towards the sink. “You’re bleeding, man! And as much as you’re trying to hide it, I already saw you get cut. Now, it’s starting to drip, so unless you wanna start bleeding all over the floor I’d suggest you run it under the water so we can clean it!” Tommy rolled his eyes as he also rolled up the sleeves of his rainbow onesie and stuck his hand under the running faucet. It was the first time either were getting a clear look at the cut.

“Oh shit, that looks pretty bad Tommy.” Chanse declared. He regretted it the moment he said it, as Tommy flipped his head over to him with wide panicked eyes.

“Wait, how bad? Like stitches kind of bad?” Tommy questioned, his breath hitching in his throat. “Because I don’t have the insurance money to pay for stitches right now.”

“No, no!” Chanse replied, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Probably not stitches, it doesn’t look deep enough for that. It just looks pretty gnarly from this angle and it’s bleeding a lot.” And Chanse wasn’t lying; the cut was almost the entire diameter of Tommy’s left palm and considering that the sink water below him was still pretty red, it was definitely bleeding a lot.

“I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, cutting my hand during a bit and you dragging me off the set or doing all of this in this stupid outfit and wig!” Tommy complained.

“Is there an ‘all of the above’ option?” Chanse answered cheekily, mainly to try to add levity to the situation, but also partly for the sake of bantering and flirting with Tommy. Tommy rolled his eyes and slightly checked his shoulder.

“You’re an asshole, you know that, McCrary?” Tommy declared, death glaring him.

“An asshole that’s helping you clean up your mess, so let’s remember who you’re talking to, Bowe.” Chanse responded cockily as he headed towards the door. “Speaking of that, I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit real quick.”

Chanse turned to grab the doorknob, but as he was about to, it swung open, and he was greeted by Arasha nearly plowing into him.

“Oh my god, Chanse! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She apologized before glancing back and forth between him and Tommy. “Wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be in a video right now?”

“We were, but SOMEBODY- “Chanse said jokingly loud while turning around towards Tommy. “Cut his hand during a bit and- “That was all Chanse was able to get out before Arasha worriedly pushed past him to make her way over to Tommy.

“OH MY GOD! TOMMY!” Arasha shrieked when she saw the cut on his hand.

“I’m okay, Arasha! Chanse is gonna go get the first aid kit and clean me up, I’ll be fine.” Tommy explained as Chanse did as he planned, slipping out of the room to grab the first aid kit from its spot near the bathrooms before returning.

“Now, I’m gonna be real with you, buddy. This is going to sting quite a bit.” Chanse explained, pulling the alcohol wipes, gauze and large wrap bandages out of the kit. “One of us should clean and bandage him, so he’s got someone’s hand to squeeze during it.”

Arasha knew exactly what she needed to do to create a certain situation here, so she spoke up quickly and started moving before Chanse could object.

“I’ll clean him up; you should be his personal stress ball.” Arasha stated, already removing the packaging on the alcohol wipes and practically pushing Chanse in Tommy’s direction.

“Why? Are your hands too dainty for it?” Chanse asked mockingly.

“No, I just think you’re naturally good at keeping him calm.” Arasha said sweetly, winking at both of them as she unwrapped the gauze. Removing his hand from the sink for the first time in a few minutes, Tommy tentatively placed his hand on the countertop while gently holding Chanse’s hand. He was definitely blushing about it and was hoping to God that Chanse either didn’t see it or was ignoring it in favor of supporting him.

“Alright, alcohol wipe coming in in 3…2…1.” Arasha counted down before placing the wipe on his hand and wiping it across the large cut on his hand.

“Ow! Shit!” Tommy hissed under his breath, immediately squeezing Chanse’s hand tighter to avoid squirming. Chanse placed his other hand on Tommy’s shoulders, patting him encouragingly.

“It’s okay, Tommy! You’re doing so well!” Chanse cooed in his ear, taking all of the pain that Tommy was sending into his hand like a champ. He couldn’t help but smirk at the pink on Tommy’s cheek the longer they held physical contact for.

“Alright, the wiping part is done.” Arasha announced. Tommy let out a sigh of relief, leaning his head on top of Chanse’s. Arasha made quick work of cutting and taping a large amount of gauze onto the majority of Tommy’s palm. Then she wrapped the middle of his hand up in a large beige wrap bandage.

And as easily as he had cut it, it had been cleaned up. And without a drop of blood hitting the ground. Despite the process being over already, Tommy still held onto Chanse’s hand for a moment longer, giving it a softer and more playful squeeze before letting go. Now it was Tommy’s turn to watch Chanse’s cheeks flush bright red. They both made notes to bring this up again to each other later, but they also knew they would probably put that off for as long as possible.

“How are you feeling? Do you wanna go back to set?” Arasha asked. Tommy nodded.

“I feel good, a lot better now that I’m not actively bleeding.” Tommy replied snarkily. “And yeah, I wanna go back.”

“Okay, but let me know if you feel dizzy. You did lose a lot of blood.” Chanse advised.

“I will, Chanse, I promise.” Tommy replied, starting to head out of the kitchen. “Besides, how funny would it be for me to walk in for someone’s round and just hold up my bandaged hand. They’d spit immediately!” Chanse giggled at him as they both made their way out of the kitchen and back to the TNTL set.

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For the new Bit City episode, they were doing a parody of “Dancing With The Stars”, specifically making fun of having controversial criminals like Anna Delvey on the show last season. So, Shayne & Trevor were playing two of the guys from the January 6th insurrection and Olivia was playing the professional dancer. It made the most sense with her many years of ballet experience, she was the most ready to pretend to be a professional ballroom dancer.

They were practicing their section of the opening number which involved both men spinning Olivia in towards them and then out towards the audience to start her one solo section. They were rehearsing in a standard dance-looking studio set with a full mirror in front of them that the art team had built for them to film the rehearsal packages later.

They were doing just as they’d rehearsed, spinning Olivia towards the front, but both men accidentally spun her with a little more force than they usually did. She spun out too far and too fast for her own good and crashed into the mirror at the front of the studio, glass shards breaking and crashing over her as she screamed and fell to the ground in fear.

“OLIVIA!” Shayne & Trevor yelled as they ran towards her. She started freaking out, trying to get up but pressing her hands and knees into more of the glass shards surrounding her.

“Don’t move Liv, you’re gonna get stabbed by more of the glass pieces.” Shayne explained to a scared Olivia.

“But I n-need to get out, there’s already so many pieces in me-“Olivia stammered out.

“Exactly, we don’t need you getting more of them in you!” Shayne stated calmly, hoping that his calmness would rub off on her.

“Stay where you are Liv, I’ve got you!” Trevor declared, heading over to her.

“N-no, because you might step on it too!” She squeaked.

“Not with long arms!” Trevor said as he was able to reach over most of the broken glass without having to step on it and sweep Olivia off the floor and up into his arms. He carried her over to the other side of the studio, carefully setting her down next to Shayne. He placed a hand carefully on her shoulder, whispering in her ear.

“It’s okay, Liv! We’re gonna get all of this off of you!” Shayne said, brushing a couple rouge pieces of glass off her arm and onto the floor.

“Will you go grab the first aid kit, Trevor?” Trevor nodded and left the room. Olivia started shaking her head around, getting the glass out of her hair. Shayne very carefully brushed all of the pieces into a pile away from her.

“Got it!” Trevor said, coming back in and handing the first aid kit to Shayne. As Shayne opened up the kit and pulled out the tweezers, alcohol wipes and band aids, Trevor held onto Olivia’s other hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Okay Liv, I’m gonna start picking these out and then I’ll clean em, but it might hurt a little bit.” Shayne explained. Olivia nodded quietly and sadly.

“It’s gonna be alright, I’ve got you!” Trevor replied. “And you can squeeze my hand as much as you need!” She smiled at him.

“Thanks, Trev!” Olivia responded. Shayne started making his way down her left arm, using the tweezers to carefully pluck out the shards of glasses from her arm. She winced each time, leaning her head on Trevor’s shoulder as he pets her hair sweetly. Once he was done removing the glass pieces, he ran an alcohol rag down her arm and then put a bandaid on each of the little red cuts.

“Alright, now let’s switch sides!” Shayne exclaimed to Trevor, as they quickly resettled into their positions but on the opposite sides of Olivia. Shayne got to work and did the same to her right arm as he did to the left.

“Will you extend your legs out for a second so I can check for glass there?” Shayne asked. She nodded, doing just that. Luckily, she only had some glass in her knees, so Shayne quickly finished cleaning her up.

Trevor helped her to her feet as she shook off any last glass shards onto the floor under her. He helped her step out of the circle of mirror pieces.

“Now, we should probably go tell Erin & Cassie that we broke the mirror!” Trevor explained as the three of them left the room.

“Yeah, probably!” Shayne replied. “It would also help explain why Olivia’s covered in a shit ton of bandaids.” They all laughed a bit as they made their way over to the art department.