Here we go.
It's "let's-get-in-Conner's-face" time again.
"Let's heal him.
He needs us.
He'll thank us one day."
Right.
I'm outta here.

Conner turned and there was Tia, staring up at him with wide eyes. Was she going to get on his case too? Because it was the last thing he needed. "What?" he snapped.
Tia flinched. She grabbed onto her silver ring and began to twist it around and around her finger. "Nothing. I mean, I just wanted to talk."
"We already talked," Conner told Tia stiffly. He was starting to turn back around when Tia grabbed his arm. Hard.
Conner glanced at her and she let go.
"I wanted to talk about Angel," Tia said, her voice shaky and her big round eyes narrowing inot slitted ovals. "About the fact that he has a new girlfriend and how much that hurts. I thought I could talk to my best friend about it. But I guess I was wrong." Tia glared at him for a moment longer, then stormed off, stalking right past Conner and into their homeroom.
You are such a jerk, McDermott.
Wonderful. Conner had only been awake for an hour and already this day sucked.