Dietre remained rooted to the spot, right in the middle of the road, seemingly oblivious that a car could come barreling toward him at any moment. He was like some prey animal, a rabbit gone tharn in the shadow of a hawk. He didn't take his eyes off the open front door, so caught up in his fear that he was only vaguely aware someone had run up to him and was asking him questions. "Something...in my room..." He spoke like someone talking in their sleep, slow and half mumbled.
He blinked suddenly, perhaps the sound of his own voice had snapped him out of it. He finally looked away from the door and stared blankly at the girl beside him. She looked so worried. His mind was so far away, it was a struggle to bring it back, it came little bits at a time. "M-Maribel? I..." He swallowed hard, still breathing heavily. "Nothing. Nothing, happened...I was dreaming." Did she say he was bleeding? He blinked down at himself, confusion momentarily replacing the fear in his face.
The left side of his shirt hung in damp shreds, splattered with blood that looked black in the moonlight, it continued in streaks down his pant leg, a few drops even glistened on the asphalt by his foot. He could feel it now, a pulsing ache. He had never been hurt enough to bleed like that before, the sight of the blood was almost fascinating. But...how could he explain this? His jaw worked as he tried to think of what to say, his fear returning. Not just because something he hallucinated had hurt him, but because he was hurt and there was a witness to it, and that meant his parents would get involved.
"I'm okay." He pressed a hand to his side, looking around as if he could find something to help him come up with a plan.