You open the door to your dorm room, inside you see 4 gorgeous women "Hey" Aubrey says, standing up to hug you. Lainey hides behind Raquel, both waving to you. Camila leans against a wall, arms crossed at her chest, giving you a snobby glare

Aubrey laughs and responds in kind, "Näh, manchmal." Lainey cautiously takes a step out of Raquel's shadow to wave awkwardly at you. Camila sighs loudly and stares at the floor before rolling her eyes. "Well, anyway," Aubrey continues, motioning for you to come inside, "let me show you around."

Aubrey looks at you, slightly confused by your reaction but tries to keep things lighthearted. "Oh! Um... I lived in Germany for a few years as a kid. My parents are huge fans of the culture." She grins sheepishly. "Anyway, here's our room. Lainey and Raquel are my roommates."

The dorm room is decorated with various posters and art pieces. It seems cozy and inviting, unlike Camila's glare. "You can take whatever you need from the closet or dresser," Aubrey says as she leads you around.

Camila raises an eyebrow, watching you dart out of the room before shrugging to herself. "That was..." she starts, but Aubrey cuts her off with a soft laugh.

"Well, I'm glad you like it here," Aubrey says with a warm smile. "It'll be nice having another guy around." She glances at Raquel and Lainey as if making sure they didn't hear her mention the lack of males in their suite.

Camila nearly snorts as she sees the title of that book. "Oh, Lainey," she says with an exaggerated eye roll. "I'm sure you didn't need to dig up something like that." She crosses her arms and turns away, mumbling under her breath about "ignorant boys and their misconceptions."

Raquel, however, notices your reaction to the book. "Hey," she says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder, "it's okay if you want to ask us about it. We can explain."

After you've disappeared in your room, Camila decides to break the ice. "So," she says slowly, eyeing you carefully, "what made you think women are scary?" She tilts her head and crosses her arms again. Lainey and Raquel exchange glances before shrugging noncommittally, not wanting to encourage any more rude behavior from their suitemate.

Camila snorts derisively. "Well," she says, crossing her arms and looking down her nose at you, "it takes one to know one." Raquel glances between the two of you nervously, unsure if that was the wisest choice of words but deciding not to intervene just yet. Lainey hides behind her long hair, clearly feeling shyer now that tensions are rising in the room.

Lainey, Raquel, and even Camila can't help but gape at your chest as you walk into the living room to retrieve your shirt. "Oh..." Lainey says, looking up at you with wide eyes, clearly impressed. Raquel coughs awkwardly and turns away, trying not to stare.

Camila, on the other hand, rolls her eyes and sighs dramatically. "Well," she says, still unimpressed, "maybe some of us aren't so scary after all." She gestures toward your shirt, clearly impatient for you to put it on already.

Camila's eyes practically bulge at your comment. "Excuse me?" she asks incredulously, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "How dare you call us scary when-!" Before she can continue, Raquel and Lainey both rush to interject, trying to calm their roommate down before things get out of hand.

"Hey, Camila," Raquel says soothingly, placing a hand on her shoulder, "maybe we should talk about this later? There's no need to argue." Lainey nods in agreement, her eyes darting nervously between the two of you.

Camila hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking away. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "but we'll talk about this later, mister." With that said, she storms off to her own room, slamming the door behind her. The rest of the dorm room falls silent in the aftermath of her outburst.

With Camila out of sight and apparently out of mind for the moment, Raquel turns to you with a curious expression. "So... do you want to talk about what happened? It sounds like maybe you were joking, but..." She trails off hopefully, hoping that some sort of dialogue can be had before things spiral further out of control.

Raquel follows you as you start working out, watching carefully but not saying anything for the moment. Finally, when it seems like you're taking a break between sets, she takes a deep breath and starts speaking. "Look," she says softly, "I don't know what happened in your past or where you got the idea that women are scary, but we really aren't. We just want to get along and have fun here."

She pauses, hoping you'll open up a bit more.

"Really?" Raquel asks with a frown. "Do you remember the saying 'You don't really know someone until you live with them?' Well, living with Camila and Lainey has shown me that they're not so scary after all. Maybe if you got to know us better...?" Her voice trails off hopefully.

She watches your reaction carefully, hoping that maybe, just maybe, her words will sink in a little bit.

Raquel gives you an understanding nod. "That makes sense," she says softly. "I'm glad you told me that. And please don't feel like you need to run away from us just because we're women. We won't bite, I promise." She offers you a reassuring smile before glancing back at your dumbbells.

"Maybe we could do something together sometimes? You know, just as friends?" she suggests gently, hoping that the offer might help to ease your social anxiety around her and Lainey.

Raquel blinks in surprise as you suddenly collapse onto the floor, unconscious. She quickly rushes over to you and begins shouting for Lainey while pressing two fingers against your neck, checking for a pulse. "Lainey!" she calls out urgently, "I need you to come here now! He just passed out on me!"

Camila pokes her head out of her room at the commotion. "What's going on? Is he okay?" she asks, sounding less than concerned. Lainey appears at Raquel's side a moment later, eyes wide with worry.

"I think he passed out," Raquel says worriedly, still searching for a pulse. "He was talking about women and... just collapsed on me."

Camila scoffs dismissively and rolls her eyes. "He probably just needs to man up," she says with a hint of sarcasm. "He'll be fine." Lainey glances at Camila for a moment before moving around Raquel to kneel beside you, carefully checking your pulse herself.

"His heartbeat is normal," she says reassuringly. "Maybe we should put him on his side in case he threw up?" She looks to Raquel and Camila for help lifting you into a recovery position.

Raquel raises an eyebrow at your declaration that you wouldn't throw up before helping Lainey position you onto your side. She sighs softly as she leans back against the couch, watching over you worriedly. "You really do need to stop passing out," she says with a hint of exasperation.

Camila rolls her eyes and turns away again, clearly unimpressed by the whole situation. "Well," she grumbles, "if he doesn't get his act together soon..." She trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Lainey busies herself with making sure you're comfortable and monitoring your breathing. Her fingers drum against her legs nervously as she worries about what might happen if this keeps happening.

Camila's eyes widen in surprise as she sees your chest reveal itself, momentarily forgetting her annoyance. Raquel glances over at the sight as well and can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Lainey is the only one who doesn't seem affected by it, already used to seeing fit bodies in her art classes.

"Maybe we should get him something to drink," she suggests calmly, trying to bring everyone back down to earth. "That might help him wake up." The others nod in agreement and head toward the kitchen to fetch you some water.

Camila raises an eyebrow at your tightening body and the resulting eight-pack abs but says nothing as they all head toward the kitchen to get you some water. She glances back over her shoulder once more, unable to tear her gaze away from your impossibly sculpted torso. This time, Raquel notices her friend's reaction and frowns disapprovingly before busying herself with pouring the drink.

Meanwhile, Lainey carefully hands you the glass of water as soon as they reach you, making sure not to make any unnecessary contact with your tense body. "Drink this slowly," she instructs gently, "and I'm sure you'll feel better in no time."

"Whoa there," Lainey says with a worried frown as you unintentionally shatter the glass in your hand. "Maybe you should be careful with that strength." She helps clean up the broken pieces, wincing as she picks up larger shards. "Let me get some Band-Aids and some ice for your hand," she says gently, hurrying to the bathroom to fetch supplies.

Camila, still watching from a distance, snorts softly at the display of strength. Raquel glances back over her shoulder at her friend but doesn't comment; instead, she turns her attention to making sure you're alright and offering any support you might need.

Camila's face darkens at your comment, and she takes an angry step forward before being held back by Raquel. "Hey," the taller girl hisses quietly in her ear, "let it go." She turns to you with a reassuring smile, even if it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Don't worry about her; she's just grumpy sometimes."

With that said, Raquel helps clean up the broken glass while Lainey returns with supplies for your hand, carefully wrapping it in gauze and ice before sitting down beside you on the couch. "There," she says gently, patting your good hand, "that should help."

Raquel and Lainey exchange glances at your unexpected healing abilities. "That's incredible," Raquel says slowly, a mixture of shock and admiration in her voice. She can't help but wonder what else you might be capable of.

Lainey nods in agreement, eyes still wide with amazement. "It must have been really painful before that," she murmurs sympathetically, gently squeezing your good hand in thanks.

Camila, however, rolls her eyes and turns away, dismissing the entire exchange as another example of how men are just so... different. She flops down on a chair across the room, clearly not interested in engaging with any of you further tonight.

Camila glares at you over her shoulder as she hears your words, but decides against further confrontation for now. "Fine," she mutters, turning back to face the wall and closing her eyes. Lainey watches you warily as you lift the massive weights, a mix of fascination and fear playing across her features.

Raquel, however, steps forward hesitantly, curiosity getting the better of her. "Um... Pascal?" she says, tentatively reaching out to touch one of the weights in your hand. Her eyes go wide with wonder as she feels its immense weight but doesn't have any trouble moving it aside. "How can you lift those things?" she asks in amazement.

Raquel's eyes narrow in disbelief as she watches you lift the weights with such ease. "But... they're incredibly heavy!" She tries to pick one up herself and barely manages to lift a few inches off the ground before struggling to keep it airborne. The muscles in your arms and shoulders flex beneath the skin as if it didn't even register any effort on your part.

"What kind of training do you have?" she asks, her curiosity getting the better of her. "You must be incredibly strong."

Raquel blinks in surprise at your reply. "A truck?" she echoes incredulously before regaining her composure and giving you a lopsided smile. "Well, I guess that explains it," she says with a laugh. "You're certainly stronger than anyone I've ever met."

"Still," she adds thoughtfully, "I think it might be nice to use your abilities for something besides just lifting things. Maybe... helping people?" She tilts her head, gazing at you intently as if searching for a reaction to the idea.

Raquel's jaw drops as you reveal your past exploits. "You moved a sky scraper?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. She swallows hard and takes a step back, shaking her head in disbelief. "Wow," she manages to get out before lapsing into silence, clearly struggling to process everything you've just told her.

Her eyes travel up and down your body, taking in the obvious display of strength and muscle, and it occurs to her that maybe... just maybe... what you're saying is true. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye. And perhaps with someone like you by their side, they could do so much more too.

Camila snorts at your last comment as she finally decides to get off her chair and head toward the door. "Well," she says sarcastically, glancing back at Raquel before stalking out the door, "see you later, losers." With that, she slams the door behind her, leaving only the sounds of laughter and distant footsteps echoing through the room.

Raquel turns to face you once more, a small smile playing on her lips despite herself. "Well," she says softly, "that could have gone better." She pauses, thinking for a moment before asking carefully, "Do you really want to show me where you moved that skyscraper?"

With a curious mix of skepticism and excitement in her eyes, Raquel nods slowly, accepting your invitation. "All right," she says cautiously, glancing around the room to make sure no one else has overheard you. "Let's go see this skyscraper of yours." She hesitates for a moment before adding with a small grin, "Just don't scare me too badly this time, okay?"

Raquel's jaw drops as you lift the massive skyscraper with such ease, tears forming in her eyes from disbelief and excitement. She can barely find words to express her awe; all she manages is a stuttered "B-but... h-how?"

As you lower the building back down to the ground, she steps forward cautiously, reaching out to touch its smooth surface as if testing its reality. A grin spreads across her face when her fingers find purchase on the steel and concrete; it's unmistakably solid. She looks up at you in wonder, no longer able to hide her amazement. "That... is incredible," she breathes.

"And what about now?" you ask, raising an eyebrow mischievously as you flex your muscles. A rumble echoes through the city streets as a nearby building begins to tremble ever so slightly in response to your display of strength. Raquel hesitates before glancing back at the skyscraper, still held impossibly high above the ground by only one of your hands. "I-if you can do that..." she starts to say slowly, her voice wavering between fear and fascination, "...then I suppose there might be some things we could accomplish together."

The possibilities swirl through Raquel's mind like a storm cloud; she can hardly contain her excitement and curiosity about the potential they represent. "Well," she begins carefully, "there are people in need all over the world - those suffering from natural disasters, war zones... places where no one else can reach them." Her eyes shine with determination as she looks up at you, pleading silently for you to understand what she means. "With someone like you by my side, I think we could make a real difference in their lives."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more tentatively, "And... maybe even help other people see the power of strength and resilience too. Show them that they don't have to be afraid of people like you... or me, for that matter." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she finishes speaking, hopeful that perhaps - just perhaps - this newfound partnership will prove fruitful not only in saving lives but also in bridging gaps between them.

Raquel's heart swells at your words; it feels as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She doesn't quite know what to say in reply, so she simply nods slowly and extends her hand toward you. "Thank you," she says softly. "For trusting me... and for showing me." A genuine smile finally spreads across her face as she meets your gaze, ready to embark on this journey together.

There's more to be said, of course - about getting to know each other better, becoming friends... perhaps even something more than that someday. But for now, the weight of the world seems lighter somehow. And with a renewed sense of purpose and hope, they walk hand in hand back toward their apartment building, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way.

As you change back into your normal form after showing her the true extent of your strength and abilities, Raquel can't help but blush faintly beneath the city lights. Even in your "normal" state, she has to admit that you're still quite handsome - though perhaps a little less intimidating now.

She playfully hits your shoulder with her free hand. "Well, at least you won't be scaring anyone away anymore," she says with a laugh. There's something new in her eyes as they meet yours; curiosity, maybe even attraction. It feels like the start of something more between them... and it leaves her feeling both excited and slightly nervous at the same time.

"So..." she starts, not quite sure where to go from here. "What do you want to do now?"

Raquel grins mischievously up at you before glancing back toward their apartment building. "Well," she begins with a playful wink, "I've been meaning to thank you properly for all your help tonight... why don't we head back and I can make it up to you?" She nudges your side suggestively, her tone teasing and flirtatious.

The possibilities that could unfold once they're alone in their apartment dance through her mind; she can't help but feel excited at the prospect of exploring them further with someone as unique and intriguing as you.

Raquel giggles at your comment, shaking her head lightly as she links arms with you and begins leading the way back toward their apartment. "Oh, trust me," she says knowingly, "I can think of plenty of things that girls like." Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she continues speaking, barely audible over the hum of passing traffic and the distant sounds of revelers in the streets.

As they step inside their building and begin making their way up to their floor, she leans closer to you, her breath tickling your earlobe and sending a shiver down your spine. "I've got plenty of ideas for showing my appreciation," she whispers, emphasizing the word "my" with a husky laugh that sends a wave of desire coursing through your veins.

You can feel her body pressed tight against yours as you walk up the stairs, and despite the presence of other people nearby, it seems like they're the only two who exist in this moment. The anticipation is almost unbearable... but then again, so is she.

Her words send a shiver down your spine and you can feel yourself responding to her closeness, the press of her body against yours making it hard to focus on anything else. The anticipation is nearly unbearable as you near their apartment door, eager to explore these feelings further with her in private.

As soon as they're inside and the door is safely shut behind them, Raquel wastes no time pulling you close, her lips seeking out yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you reeling. Her hands slide up your chest and around your neck, fisting into your hair as she deepens the kiss, moaning against your mouth.

She breaks the kiss only to gasp, "Oh God... Pascal..." Before diving back in again. Your muscles tense with desire as you return her passionate advance, your hands running down her back and over her ass, pulling her closer still. The sounds of their moaning fill the room and reverberate through your bodies as they become lost in this moment together.

Raquel gasps into your kiss as she feels your strong hands on her ass, the muscles in her thighs tensing with anticipation. Her tongue dances with yours, seeking dominance even as she arches her back, pressing herself closer against you. She moans loudly as one of your hands cups her breast over her shirt, feeling your fingers toy with her nipple through the fabric.

With a growl, she pulls away slightly, panting heavily from exertion and desire. "Bedroom," she demands breathlessly, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall toward their bedroom. The urgency in her movements only serves to heighten the anticipation building inside of you.

Raquel pushes open the door to their bedroom and practically throws you onto the bed, her body landing on top of yours with a satisfied moan. She kisses you again and again, hands roaming across your chest, abdomen, and further downward, finally cupping your hardness through your jeans. "Oh fuck," she whispers against your lips as she feels how aroused you are beneath the denim.

With quick and expert fingers, she begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your defined chest and abs. The sounds of their breathing grow heavier in the enclosed space as Raquel's hands slide lower still, pushing aside your boxers and freeing your cock from confinement. She grips it firmly, beginning to stroke up and down its length with increasing urgency. "God, you feel so good," she whispers, her eyes locked on the sight of your erection moving in her hand.

Raquel lets out a shuddering moan at your words, arching her back as she strokes you faster and harder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her eyes glazing over with desire. She leans down, taking one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking roughly as she continues to touch herself through the fabric of her pajama bottoms.

Her hips begin to move against yours in time with her hand, grinding against your erection. It feels so good - both the sensation of having you inside her and the knowledge that you're here, willing and eager for her despite all you could do before. Her body tenses as an orgasm builds within her, its force growing with each passing second until finally it crashes over her in waves, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling beneath your touch.

Her orgasm leaves Raquel boneless and panting, spent but far from wanting more. She rolls off of you, her body sprawled across the bed, one hand still idly rubbing at her center through her pajamas as she catches her breath. Her gaze drifts lazily up to meet yours and there's a hunger in her eyes that you haven't seen before now.

She smirks slightly, running a finger over her lips before reaching down between your legs, wrapping her hand around your cock once more. With practiced ease, she begins stroking you slowly, steadily, using just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild with desire. Her free hand moves upward again, cupping her breast through her top and pinching a hardened nipple between her fingers, twisting gently as she watches your reaction.

Raquel arches her back off the bed, moaning as you find her sensitive spot and begin stroking her expertly. Her hips rise to meet your hand, grinding against your fingers as she feels the pleasure build within her once more. Her other hand tightens around your cock, using it to leverage herself higher as she rides out the sensation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the feeling of your touch. She's so close... so close to losing control again, but this time she wants it to be different. This time, she wants you to feel what it's like to make her lose it completely.

Raquel bites her lip as the sensation builds to a fever pitch, her fingers digging into your thighs as she tries to remain still beneath your ministrations. The pleasure is intense and overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think straight or focus on anything but how good you feel inside of her. Her hips jerk sharply, unable to contain the force of her orgasm any longer, and as she comes apart with a shuddering cry, her hand releases your cock in favor of reaching out, blindly seeking contact with something solid. She finds your chest and digs her nails in hard, trying to ground herself amidst the cascade of sensations washing over her.

Panting heavily, she lays back on the bed, hands trembling as they come up to rest atop her head. Her eyes flutter open, gaze fixed on you with a combination of wonder and gratitude that takes your breath away. "Wow," she whispers. "Just... wow."

"What...?" Raquel asks, confusion clouding her features as she glances around the room, then back at you. "The other girls? I don't understand..." Her voice trails off and she frowns, still not quite catching up to your sudden shift in topic. Something about your question unsettles her; it feels like a dark cloud has suddenly moved into the room, obscuring the warmth and intimacy that had been there mere moments ago. "Is something wrong?" she asks hesitantly, fear gripping her heart as she waits for your response.

Raquel shivers at the thought and slowly nods, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to ward off a chill. "I-if they did... we shouldn't have made so much noise," she whispers, looking down at the floor sheepishly. Part of her is worried that you might not want anyone else to know about them now; she had been excited by the thought of being able to help people with your strength and resilience, but maybe it would be safer for everyone if they could keep this between themselves.

"W-we should probably..." She trails off, unsure what to suggest or how to proceed from here. The air feels heavy with tension and awkwardness, making it difficult for her to think clearly or trust her own instincts.

Raquel nods quickly in agreement, relief flooding through her at the thought that they can keep this just between themselves. She crawls across the bed to you, carefully nestling herself against your side and burying her face into your shoulder. "I'm sorry we were so loud," she whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "We should have been more careful."

As she cuddles closer to you, her heartbeat slows and the tension begins to ebb away, replaced once again with a warmth and comfort that she'd almost forgotten in the midst of their confusion. "Thank you," she whispers, her hand finding its way over your abs to rest lightly on your hip. "For trusting me like this... and for everything tonight."

Raquel shudders at the mention of Camilla but tries to brush it off with a nervous laugh. "I'm sure she can't be that bad," she reassures you, her voice wavering slightly as she lies down beside you and nestles into your side. "Maybe we could even talk to her about... I don't know, how we feel or something?" She hesitates, unsure if that's a good idea but wanting desperately for things to go back to the way they were before.

"Or maybe," she continues with a slight smile, "we should just focus on each other for now. You know... get to know each other better." Her hand moves higher up your hip and squeezes gently, her touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "What do you think?"

Raquel's heart drops to her stomach as you tell her what happened outside. She tries to fight back tears of fear and anger while simultaneously worrying about the state that you're in now. "Are you okay?" she asks, sitting up quickly and pulling the covers with her so that they envelop both of you.

"What should we do? Should we call the police or something?" Her hand instinctively moves to rest on your chest, feeling for any signs of injury or weakness as she glances around the room helplessly. She tries to stay calm, but she can't help but feel a sense of panic rising up inside her at the thought that someone could be hurt like that - and right outside their door, no less.

"Okay," Raquel says quickly, nodding in understanding even as she's torn between wanting to check on you and make sure you're alright and wanting to tend to Camilla. "I-I'll just go see if... she needs any help." She hesitates for a moment, then musters up the courage to venture out of bed. Before leaving your side entirely, however, she presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, her hand lingerin

Raquel rushes down the hall to find Camilla, her heart racing as she fears the worst. When she finds her, however, she's relieved to see that she seems physically unharmed. Her hair is disheveled and she looks shaken up, but other than that, she appears to be okay.

"Camilla?" Raquel asks hesitantly, approaching her cautiously. "Are you hurt? Do you need me to call anyone or something?" She glances back down the hallway in the direction of your apartment, worried about what else might have happened while she was gone.

Her gaze is drawn to the puddle of blood on the floor nearby; it's clear that more than just a fight went down here tonight. This whole situation feels surreal and terrifying, and Raquel can't help but wish there was something - anything - she could do to make it all go away.

Raquel's eyes go wide with horror as she hears the loud bang coming from your direction. "Oh my God!" she cries out, dropping to her knees beside Camilla and wrapping her arms around her. "We have to do something! We can't just leave him there!" Her heart feels like it's racing out of her chest; panic has taken hold and she's struggling to think clearly.

She pulls away from Camilla slightly, looking around wildly for anything they could use as a weapon or first-aid kit before realization dawns on her. "We need to call an ambulance!" she shouts, scrambling back to her feet and dashing down the hall toward the phone in the common area. Her fingers tremble as she dials 911, praying that help will arrive soon.

As you make your way toward them, Raquel watches you carefully from the phone in the hallway. Her eyes widen as she sees the blood streaming down your body and the pain etched on your face; it's clear that this is no minor injury. Still, she can't help but feel a surge of relief at seeing you conscious and seemingly unhurt.

Camilla nods wordlessly, her hands shaking as she presses them against her mouth in an attempt to steady herself. "Thank goodness..." she whispers hoarsely, glancing up at you before turning back to Raquel. "We need to wait for the ambulance," she says, her voice trembling.

Raquel nods quickly and bites her lip, trying not to panic as she listens to the dispatcher on the other end of the line. "They're sending someone over... but we should probably put pressure on his wounds in the meantime," she suggests hesitantly, eyes darting between you and Camilla as she tries to gauge your injuries.

Raquel blanches at the sight of the blood-covered bullets on the floor but manages to tear her gaze away, focusing instead on your hands as you try to staunch the flow. "Careful," she says shakily, reaching out and gently guiding your hands away from your wounds. "We should leave that to the paramedics." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the queasy feeling in her stomach as she carefully presses one of her palms against each of your wounds in an attempt to slow down the bleeding.

"Where were you hit?" she asks, trying not to think about how badly injured you might be underneath all that blood. Camilla presses closer to both of you, wrapping her arms around both your waists as if somehow that could help keep everything from falling apart completely. Tears streak down her face as she whispers reassurances and prays silently for the ambulance to hurry.

Raquel's eyes widen in horror as you show her the extent of your injuries; her breath catches in her throat and she feels like she might be sick. "Oh my God," she whispers, gently pressing down harder on each of your wounds to staunch the flow of blood. "You're going to be okay," she reassures you with a shaky voice, fighting back tears as she tries to maintain some semblance of calm.

Time seems to slow down as they wait for the ambulance; every second that passes feels like an eternity, and yet Raquel finds herself wishing it would all hurry up so help can arrive. She leans in closer to you, one arm still wrapped around your waist while she uses her other hand to wipe away the blood that's trickling down your neck and chest. "You did really well out there," she says softly, looking you in the eye. "You protected us both."

The color drains from Raquel's face as you mention the bullet in your head; she reaches up instinctively to touch your forehead, her fingertips coming away slick with blood. "Oh God," she whispers, shaking her head in denial. Tears stream down her cheeks as she presses closer to you, not wanting to lose you now after everything that's happened.

Her body trembles and she takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down enough to think clearly. "We just need to wait for the ambulance," she says in a shaky voice, gaze flickering over to Camilla before returning to you. "Help is on its way."

"No!" Raquel cries out, dropping to her knees beside you and pressing both hands against your chest in a desperate attempt to keep you awake. "Please don't leave us!" Tears stream down her cheeks as she begs you to stay conscious, praying with every ounce of strength that remains in her body that the ambulance will hurry up and arrive.

She glances around frantically, trying to think of something they could do to help, but everything feels so far away and hopeless in this moment. All she can do is hold on and hope that help comes soon.

Raquel's eyes go wide with disbelief as she watches you attack the man who hurt Camilla. Even in her panicked state, she knows that this isn't the best course of action, but she can't help but feel a surge of relief and pride at your display of protectiveness. It's clear that there's more to you than just being the person who helped her with her homework or comforted her through lonely nights; you are capable of standing up for those you care about, even in the face of danger.

Her gaze flits back and forth between you and the man on the ground, worry etched into every line of her face as she realizes that things have just taken a turn for the worse. "Pascal," she pleads quietly, reaching out to grasp your arm, "you need to stop." She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet your eyes even as she struggles with the weight of her next words. "You need to let them take him away so he can get help too."

Her heart is racing; part of her wants nothing more than for you to obey her and step back, but there's a tiny voice deep inside that wonders if this is truly who you are, if this is the side of you she should have trusted all along. The uncertainty feels like a knife twisting in her gut, making it difficult for her to think straight or know what else to do besides hope that help arrives soon.

Raquel's mouth drops open in shock as she watches you transform before her eyes, your body healing and taking on a frightening new aspect. Terror grips her heart as she realizes that this is no longer the same person she's known for so long; whatever has happened to you tonight has brought out a darkness within you that she never could have imagined.

Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, mingling with blood and sweat from her own panic. "Pascal," she whispers shakily, reaching out to try and grab your arm again. "Please stop." Her voice breaks, betraying the fear that's taking hold of her as she watches you become more and more distant by the second.

All she can think about now is getting help, getting everyone away from this terrifying situation and somehow making things right again. But first, they need to survive the night.

Raquel watches you carefully, heart racing with fear and relief as you seem to regain some semblance of control. "Okay," she whispers, nodding slowly. "I'm here." She pulls out her phone again and dials 911 for the third time, tears streaming down her face as she reassures the dispatcher that help is on the way and that everyone is safe... for now.

She looks around frantically, noticing the blood on the ground and realizing how much damage has been done in such a short amount of time. The weight of everything that's happened tonight feels like it's crushing her chest; she can hardly breathe, let alone think straight. All she can do is cling to you and pray that help comes soon, before things spiral even further out of control.