I watched the second hand inch round the clock. As soon as it hit the twelve, the minute hand would hit the three, the bell would go off, then I could go and check on Rikki. I hope she's okay, People in perfect health don't just pass out for no reason, I pretend to listen to the history teacher going on about the German money crisis after the end of the first world war.

"..Got her basket stolen, rather than the money inside it. Zane why do you think that is?"

I spun back down to earth. "The basket was worth more. Money had no value." I went back to watching the clock.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. I shoved my book into my back, and rushed through the door. I sped down the stairs, got told off for running may times, but I didn't care. I know I'm over reacting to the whole thing, but she's my Rikki, and I need to make sure she' okay. I arrived in the main reception area, to find Rikki curled up in one of the seats, White as a sheet. I sat down in the seat next to her, her eyes had the same look in them when she had just came round from being hit by that crate. Full of pain and hurt. I pulled her into a hug, which she attempt to return. But ended up with her hands flopping down by her sides and a whispered "sorry," As she was closer to my ear, I realised her breath was coming out in jagged inhales and exhales. I rubbed the small of her back, and she snuggled into the gap between my head and my shoulder.

"You really don't feel that good do you?" Her head shook slightly. I feel my shoulder getting wet, then I realise that she's crying. Rikki never cries. Something is definitely up. I pull her away, and gently wipe away her tears. She looks at me, then suddenly gasps. The small remainder of colour in her cheeks suddenly disappears as she grows wide eyed. She stared at my chest,

"I'm s-so sorry.." She whispered, only just audible.

I look down at my chest, my t-shirt is covered in blood; Her blood. I turn to look at hers, which Is now soaked. I lift up her shirt slightly, to reveal an also blood soaked homemade bandage.

"Rikki.." I said warily. "What's going on?"

"N-Nothing.." She stutters sleepily, I can tell she's going to pass out again soon.

"Rikki, you either tell me, or have some Doctor you don't know get it out of you. now Rikki," I lift her chin up, so she can look at me, I try not to notice how deathly cold she is, "How did this happen?"

"M-My D-Dad.." I blinked.

"Your dad?"

"And J-Jane."

"Jane? Who's she?"

"His g-girlfriend"

"Oh Rikki..We need to get you to the Doctors."

"N-No. No d-doctors. I'll b-be f-fine."

"Rikki, you're not going to be ok unless you get seen by a doctor. OK?"

"No.." She shook her head slowly.

"Rikki. Everything is going to be ok. I'm here, and I will always will be. We're going to go to the hospital. And everything is going to be fine. You're going to be fine."

"I-I don't wanna go.."

"Rikki. You have to go."

"W-What if my d-dad finds out."

"The Police will get involved. He'll go to prison. Like he deserves. It will be ok," I felt a weight on my shoulders, then I realised she had drifted into unconsciousness.