"Nothing happened to me," says the small barely-a-teen with a torn uniform and blood all down his front. He wipes his face and blood comes off on his hand. "Except this. Keeps happening to me. For no reason."

He shakes his head, as if his brain is having trouble registering that it's happening at all.

"But other than that, I'm fine."

Yeah, no, not fine. But he's so not fine he can't tell he's not fine anymore.