John followed Dave without comment into the canopy bed, and silently sat on Dave's bed, cross-legged in front of his friend, waiting for an explanation.

And when it came, it was like his worst fear had come true.

And for the time being, it really was.

"What happened?" There was no need to ask the who. Only one other person in the school had a sword and skill enough to do that to Dave. He was sure Dave would realize he'd figure that part out. The why was more important. The who would be dealt with later. Maybe.