What the fuck had happened?

I hadn't been asleep for that long, had I?

Where's Sofia?

Where's Ace?

Those questions kept playing in my mind, like a record player on repeat, as I drove Dante to the hospital. He was clutching his arm, which was bending the wrong way. I was worried; for him, for us, for everyone. There were cracks in our friendships and they were beginning to show.

"I can't believe he did this," Dante spat, clearly attempting to distract himself from his arm.

"What the fuck happened?" I snapped suddenly, which seemed out of the blue for Dante but I still hadn't been told anything about what...