“cori!?” he was banging on the door of her dorm room. he couldn’t even remember himself finding his way to her floor, but at least he had enough brains to knock before thinking to barge in. he had caught himself desperately hoping that she was inside and that he wouldn’t need to wait for her to get back. desperately? wouldn’t need to wait? even the combinations of these words in his head were so foreign to him that they frightened him. warren felt his fingers holding onto something so tightly his hand was starting to cramp and hurt, so he glanced down to notice the cracked phone in his hand, which had been in perfect condition until 20 minutes ago, and noticed that his knuckles were bruised, which wouldn’t be such a surprise to someone in his major, but the bruises were quite fresh. his own mind was blocking what had happened at that moment, but that didn’t keep him from questioning why it was her that he needed to see so badly.