1x1 with yato; & Tate.

[god of calamity,]

With a roll of his eyes, Andy leaned back in his chair and gently pat Elijah on the shoulder before leaning forward and resting his head on the desk. He figured he'd stay in class, but that didn't mean he'd pay attention. So he rested his arms under his head and closed his eyes. Though he didn't sleep, he just kind of laid there for most of the class before poking his head up again and finding amusment in Elijah's tail XD. He gently poked it playfully.

[Tate.]

hile trying to take notes Elijah let out a little huf between annoyance and amusement at Andy's attempts at amusement. Elijah's tail unraveled from the brace, flicking away from the contact and he glanced over at Andy. "Stop you're being distracting." He hissed, though couldn't help the smirk on his lips as he looked over at Andy. His tail raveling back around the brace.

[god of calamity,]

Andy rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out as he gently poked it one more time before leaning back. He was glad class was almost over, it was getting quite boring.

Finally, the bell rang and Andy enthusiastically jumped out of his seat, grinning. "Gym next, right?" He asked, tilting his head. He needed to get some energy going, he was about to fall asleep.

[Tate.]

Elijah chuckled lightly. "You don't have to be here, you know." He mumbled. He nodded at the question, a little relieved that the next class was one he could actually do stuff in.
***
He and Andy walked their way to class, they had a sub today, annoying to Elijah, since he would rather have the normal teacher, to get to know them better, but he didn't complain. Apparently today was basic team sports, most of the girls went off to the volleyball court, while the males all wandered off, mostly to the basketball court. Luckily the gym class didn't include anything to do with the pool, so the class was told to remain away from the pool if they were playing basketball, given the court was the nearest room to the pool. Elijah didn't have much of a problem with that. The door to the pool was cracked open, though, just enough to keep the door unlocked, and Elijah was weary everytime he even had to walk near it. He knew some of the others noticed it, a few of them teasing him everytime he completely missed catching a pass given he feared stumbling into the room. It was obvious a lot of the students didn't like Elijah, and he felt they were staring at him even more now that he was exposed, he tried to keep his ears laid flat to his head, wanting to avoid all the unwanted attention, but he couldn't help how he used his tail for balance when he ran down the court or something. Halfway through class Elijah found himself walking over to sit out, he was happy with just watching Andy play anyway.

A stray ball moved towards the open pool door and Elijah went after it, picking it up and tossing it back in. He stood just outside toe door a moment, watching them play. The score was tied, and Andy had just gotten passed the ball, he looked happy, focused. Elijah smirked, then felt something grab his tail, pulling him back. He barely was able to let out a little shocked gasp as it happened, someone put their hand over his mouth, Elijah tried to bite down on them but couldn't. He reached up, slashing at the arm around him, a yell escaped his attacker as he grabbed Elijah's arms and pinned them painfully down, but Elijah was still forced back. There were four of them, Elijah realized, all laughing softly. Elijah felt his heart hammering in his chest, looking at the three in front of him.

"We need to teach you somethin'." One of them said, and Elijah tried not to roll his eyes, still held tightly back by whoever was restraining him. Elijah was quick, not strong, he had little chance. "So, we have a theory, you don't seem to like this room very much. We need to make sure the new kid knows his place." He continued. Elijah swallowed and looked around. He barely knew these guys, one was the same who had tripped him the other day, the others he had seem here and there once in a while. What was their problem?

Pain erupted in Elijah's stomach as a carefully marked punch stuck him. He doubled over, the one holding him let go, chuckling. Elijah sucked in a breath. The second he looked up another hit blindsided him, hitting his cheekbone, making his head painfully lash to one side. Two of them grabbed Elijah by the arms, grip so tight Elijah was certain it would bruise. They moved towards the pool and Elijah couldn't even form a scream, too panicked. "No." He almost whispered. "What's wrong? Kitty not like the water?" One of them teased. They lifted Elijah, making him unable to keep them from doing anything. He shut his eyes tight, praying they wouldn't do it. They hesitated, and Elijah felt relieved, before his body was tossed into the middle of the deep end of the pool. Elijah sank like a stone, clawing at the water, but getting no tread. His panic making him want to scream, his lungs soon burning for air, he took in a breath, but all he got was water in his oxygen deprived lungs.

[god of calamity,]

Andy was having some fun, playing with these guys and beating them. Every time he scored, he'd turn towards Elijah and give him a thumbs up and a grin. However, after a while of them not really scoring at all, Andy barely paid any attention to Elijah, his focus mainly on the game. He noticed some of the guys weren't here, but he didn't think too much about it. He figured they'd ditched and gone somewhere dumb, not that they'd left to go torment Elijah. So Andy played on, and finally, he made another score. However, this time when he turned around to look at Elijah with a wink, he wasn't there. That was odd, Andy thought, narrowing his eyes slightly at the spot. He felt worry prickle at his skin, and he bit his lip to hold it back. I'm sure he's fine, just went to get a drink or something. However, something definitely didn't feel right. When he went to make another jump up to score, the ball slipped and he missed. He was too worried to play now. He gave the guys on his team a thankful smile before going to sit down on the bench Elijah had sat at, waiting for him. It was a solid minute before he realized what had happened.

He glanced up toward the pool doors, noticing them slightly more opened then before. A stray ball probably rolled in there, someone went to go get it. Surely not Elijah, he wouldn't dare get that close to the pool, right? But Andy couldn't ignore the feeling in his stomach as he sat there. He finally got up, his hands balling into fists as he pushed open the door to the pool a little wider and peeked in. The sound of one quick splash immediately caught his ears, and his eyes widened. Four men stood around the pool, grinning and laughing at themselves as whatever they threw in began to sink. No, Andy thought, though he was uncertain. That couldn't be Elijah. Right? But he knew it was. Deep down, he knew it was. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Andy shouted, rushing forward. He was dead set on hurting these guys, he almost lost track of what he was supposed to do until he realized Elijah wasn't popping back up. He made one swift punch at the one of the guy's face, surely shattering some sort of facial bone, before Andy quickly turned and dived into the water as fast as he could. He dived straight down, his eyes open as he searched the water for any sign of Elijah.

Finally, he caught sight of a body slowly sinking down, further, further, and Andy quickly dived down towards him with intense speed. There was no way he was letting someone else he cared about die. No. Way. He scooped Elijah up into his arms, but not before slamming his shoulder roughly into the bottom of the pool. He heard a sickening crack inside, wincing slightly but he was dead set on getting Elijah out. He gripped onto him, swimming to the surface as fast as he could. When finally, he popped out and released a heavy breath, he held Elijah close to him as he rushed towards the edge of the pool to pull him out. He ignored the intense pain in his shoulder, for, his eyes were on Elijah. "No, hey, it's okay. Oh, god, please still be breathing.. please.." His heart pounded inside his chest as he carefully slung Elijah over the edge of the pool and back onto the dry ground. Painfully, he grabbed the edge and pulled himself up with mostly one hand. "Elijah!" He shouted, rushing towards him. Was he too late?

[Tate.]

he human body on average is capible of recirculating air in the blood, and holding its breath, for aproximitly fifteen minutes before passing out. It takes five minutes to cause brain damage in icy lakes, far less in an area such as a pool. If the body begins to retain water instead of air, it's first instinct it to shut down, cut all circulation of the new element to keep from pumping pure water to the heart. With water in the lungs the fifteen minutes drops to about five, with panic in the victim, even less. Elijah had read that after the boat had crashed, when he was starting to study for a career in medicine. The trauma caused by such an event can often cause a heart to stop, and if CPR is not administered after a certain amount of water is retained, it is often fatal.

Elijah was in a black nothing, like he was floating. Fading every passing second, that felt like hours, and he was sure he was going to die. He was being dragged under by his own weight, not by even a rope now, but the memory of the fear was vivid. By the time Andy got anywhere near him he was unconscious.
***
Deep swells of pain tore like talons at Elijah's lungs as his world became a hazy maze, staring at his eyelids. He couldn't move for a few minutes, was it minutes, or hours, seconds? His breathing was all but nonexistent, he was scared. It was like someone shoved dirt into his lungs, making them heavy, pinning him down. Elijah's body contracted, and he sat up, coughing up enough water to fill glasses, his head throbbed, that long without air was supremely damaging in most cases. His eyes blinked open and he sat gasping for a full five minutes before he was even able to stop coughing and look around. Andy. His first coherent thought.

[god of calamity,]

Andy's mind whirled as a million different thoughts coursed through his head. His heart pounded as he stare down at Elijah's body, he gently placed two hands on his stomach, gently pressing down as he attempted CPR. God, why had he never learned anything about the body? He couldn't tell if Elijah was going to die or not. "Don't take him from me, not yet, please.." He shook his head, water from his hair -- and quite possibly some tears from his eyes -- dripping down onto Elijah as he tried what he knew he could to help him breathe. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Elijah popped up and started up on a coughing fit.

Andy could hear voices behind them, gasps of surprise and someone calling 911 as Elijah continued to cough up water, tons and tons of it. As he watched him, gently rubbing and patting Elijah's back to help him out, Andy made a swear that he'd beat up the boys that hurt Elijah so badly, their skin would be black and blue all over. They'd be lucky if Andy didn't kill them.

"Elijah? Andy asked, his voice shaken and laced with pure worry. His eyes scanned his body for any more injuries. His blood boiled when he saw the rough bruise on his cheek, and he felt anger burn within him. However, this was not the time to hurt anyone. He needed to make sure Elijah was breathing, and alive. "W-Welcome back." Andy hesitated, he reached up and gently rubbed his head. His hazel eyes were fueled with worry, and his body was slightly shaking with both anger and pure fear. "Ah, you're okay.." Well, not really, considering Elijah was still coughing up bucket fulls of water and hadn't even really said anything yet. Nonetheless, the fact Elijah was sitting up and even coughing was enough for Andy to believe he'd be okay. So he went to wrap his arms protectively around him, but a sudden pain ripped through his right shoulder and he released a rather loud pained gasp, his arm quickly dropping back down as he winced in pain. What had he done? He vainly remembered slamming his shoulder into the bottom of the pool, the sound of some sort of bone braking. He bit his lip, but bypassed his pain for a minute longer as he waited for reassurance that Elijah would be okay, and that he hadn't suffered any sot of brain damage or something.

[Tate.]

lijah felt his mind blurr, trying to focus. He felt Andy hug him, but pulled back, blinking his eyes open. The world rocked slightly, to be expected from being light headed, and his eyes fell on Andy the second he opened them. He let a frown pull at his mouth, taking a few more shaking breathes he reached out, noticing how Andy moved. "Your arm." He said, then coughed more, bringing a hand up to his chest. His breathing was starting to return to normal, though was still short and labored. He reached out and gently ran his fingertips over Andy's arm and up his shoulder. From what it looked like it was a fracture near the muscle tendons, though Elijah Wasn't sure, it could even be a break. Elijah looked around, there was a lot of yelling and the four boys were standing off to the side, rambling about how they didn't know he couldn't swim, he fell in, they tried to catch him but couldn't, and that Andy had randomly punched one of them. They all looked panicked, like they were the ones who almost drowned. Elijah felt an annoyed sigh catch in his throat as he saw the paramedics.

"We need to let them check this." Elijah muttered, glancing over from the paramedics to Andy's shoulder. His lungs were burning as he staggered to his feet, still coughing. The paramedics had just gotten there and were already rushing towards him. Elijah's breath snagged in his throat, more from being overwhelmed than being hard to breathe, as multiple people in white came at him with medical things and questions. He was surrounded by them, one trying to get his heartbeat, one trying to check his reflexes, one trying to shine a light in his eyes. He felt dizzy, but still was able to point over to Andy, "I... I think he fractured his Acomiron in his shoulder, maybe broke it, can you please go check h-" Elijah's mind went blank, barely able to stand, he tried to walk back to Andy but only got a few steps before he felt himself fall down, crashing to the ground. Maybe he was a little too light headed to walk. His knees held a jolt of pain as he fell, moaning as he rolled onto his back. He cursed and tried once more to get to his feet, but the paramedics didn't allow it, they had him lifted up, taking Elijah before he could do anything and supporting him. He prayed that they would just check him out and let him go instead of taking him to the hospital.

[god of calamity,]

Elijah, dammit." He frowned, worried about him. He didn't want Elijah to worry about his shoulder that much since he was also in some sort of danger. When Elijah fell over, he quickly rushed to help him up but was pushed back by the paramedic's. Andy released a soft growl like sound, still forcing his way in the middle of them so he could at least be beside Elijah. They rolled the stretcher Elijah was on into the middle of the gym, and Andy moved his way to the middle so he could stand by him. He gently reached for his hand with his good arm and took it, giving it a tiny squeeze while he watched the staff work to make sure he was okay. Andy kept a weary eye out for anyone trying to make a move towards him to check his shoulder. He believed it was okay, it was probably just a sprain, or a muscle popped out or something, no big deal. Besides, he hated other people touching him and he'd surely make a scene if someone tried to pull off his shirt and study his shoulder.

[Tate.]

ith a soft moan Elijah glared up at the ceiling as the paramedics did there thing. He smiled a little at Andy when he took his hand. Honestly he was okay, or was going to be, but they obviously didn't believe that until they checked him a million and a half times. Elijah wanted to just tell them to go away, but it was there job and honestly that would be mean. Elijah sat up on the stretcher, despite being told to lay down. He felt okay now, still woozy, but fine. After the paramedics checked basically every inch of Elijah to make sure he was breathing and such, making him feel claustrophobic, they begged him to come to the hospital. Elijah let out a little laugh, shaking his head, technically they couldn't force him to go, since his vital signs were back to normal. Elijah ran a hand through his wet hair, getting off the stretcher the second he could. After a few people walked over, a lot of girls and some guys, all reaching over to pat Elijah on the shoulder or ask him if he was okay. All he wanted was them to stop looking at him so he could get some air, he was getting claustrophobic and moved as close to Andy as he could, which really wasn't a big help given all the girls telling Andy he was a hero and blah blah blah. Elijah found it all extremely annoying.