Unsure - Isaac and Everett
Eyes fluttering open, the first thing Everett thought was that the professor’s apartment was really cold. The second thing he realized was that he was in his own apartment. The third, he was shivering. Hard. Hands shaking, teeth chattering. The couch was rather uncomfortable, and he wondered why he wasn’t at his professor’s apartment, warm, waking up to a bright smile and happy remark. Looking around, he coughed at the taste of smoke in his mouth, wondering why that was there. He didn’t smoke, not ever, because his great uncle died of lung cancer when he was six and it had horrified him to this day.
Sitting up and realizing just how severe the shivering was, a wave of panic hit him. Hypothermia could be a possibility. Taking a shaky, calming breath, his quivering hands reached through the darkness, searching around for his phone. Upon finding it, he quickly found the little device and hit the number for Isaac’s phone which he had, admittedly, made a speed-dial.
Keeping the phone to the ear, his teeth chattered and he blinked back confused, scared tears. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he with his kindhearted professor?