I practically fall down the stairs, timing my steps so that i wouldn't hit the ground. That idiot. He should've known better than to jump. It's not like i actually meant it!

Then it hit me...

This is all my fault.

Yesterday's incident echoes through my head.

"Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life... And take a swan dive off the roof of the building!"

I was so out of focus, that I didn't even notice that the emergency door was at the bottom of the stairs, right in front of me. Not caring the consequences I push open the door, in response the emergency alarm goes off. I ignore it and rush to my bleeding friend. Seeing the amount of blood surrounding him, I get a pit in my stomach. I kneel down next to him and notice his shallow breaths. I look at his arm, the cut looked bad. I hold back the urge to vomit, pulling out my phone, Dialing the three quick numbers... 9-1-1