Getting some aid

They helped me walk back inside the frat and Matthew guided me to Louis’ room. I laid on my back on the bed and Louis assessed my injuries one more time.

“That's not so bad, mate. You just got a bottom lip cut. You'll be alright.” He said.

“Here. Put that on your lip.” Matthew gave me a beer cold can from the mini fridge and I held it up against my lip. Everything hurted in my stomach when I tried to move and I complained.

“That's a sick dude. I swear I'm calling the police on him tomorrow.” I said.

“I'll do it myself right now in case you want to.” Louis suggested.

I thought for a moment but came to the decision not to, because that would seem just like a silly frat–guy–fighting the cops. Besides, in a few hours everybody had to go to classes and spending an entire night at the police station wouldn’t do any good for us.

“I'll think better.”

“Alright. I'll leave you alone and I'm going downstairs to dismiss the party. It's really late already.” Louis got out of the bedroom.

Matthew and I were alone and he started stripping from his clothes. “Might as well sleep here to look after you.”

“Thanks. You don't have to.”

“That's the least I can do, man.” He climbed the bed and adjusted himself on my left side, tossing the covers on top of us. “I’m sorry I couldn’t defend you.”

“There were three of them. That’s ok.”

He caressed the side of my face looking at me. I drifted into sleep no longer after he started messing with my hair.