I held the boy tighter in my arms, pressing him to my chest. I felt my sleeves become dampened by the blood on his clothes. It was warm and my stomach rolled over, making it feel as though it was pressing up to escape through my throat.

Why is his blood making me so uncomfortable, I asked myself stupidly. It's not like I haven't been covered in blood before. An obvious answer was continuously rejected from my mind, because you like him, moron.

In this daze, I once again lost grip on the situation around me. It seemed as though my body was going to do anything it could to attempt to free me from the reality playing out before me. I only snapped back to the harsh fate unfolding before me by Ishimaru's quiet grunts from in my arms. I then realized it was because my grip had become increasingly hard to the boy.

I mumbled and apology and forced myself to stand up. My body felt as though it in its self weighed a thousand pounds. My muscles were screaming for me to drop the boy in my arms and rest, my heart was thudding against my rib cage like a battering ram. Almost succeeding is escaping from my body.

Even through this continuing pain I managed to stand up, grunting and groaning as my body tried to shut down. No, I told myself over and over. I will not let this stop me.

Once again I was brought to the question of why, why was I forcing myself to help this boy when about an hour ago I couldn't particularly care less whether he made it with help or without it.

Pushing myself towards the school's parking lot, I lifted one leg after another to make sure this boy made it somewhere safe. "Are you alright still, Ishimaru?" I tried to speak evenly but the amount of force I was exerting merely to walk was making it impossible to sound as if I wasn't having difficulty myself.

Ishimaru's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to talk but instead closed it again and nodded at me. I'm not about to listen to him give me shit over this anyways, I thought.

After what seemed like an eternity I made it to my motorcycle. I was breathing heavily, so much to the point that I felt Ishimaru rising and falling in my arms. It didn't help that I was pushing him against my chest so tightly. I slowly released my bear-hold on the boy and gently situated him onto the back of the bike.

I set him onto the seat of the Harley and carefully leaned him forward so he could use the handlebars as support while I finished getting ready to leave. Ishimaru attempted to sit up, but even though his speech was much more fluid his movements weren't too much stronger than they had been before.

"Just lean forward," I commanded him. At this point I managed to speak evenly and strong enough that he immediately listened and pushed against the handles.

While he did so I fished the bike's keys from my front pocket, shoved the key into the ignition, then started the engine. It purred to life the same way it always had before I'd rev the engine to show off to someone; the same way that always got some old guy to yell at me from down the road or had some girl infatuated with me. However, at this point in time I couldn't enjoy the purr of the bike I'd call my girl. The only thing on my mind was that Ishimaru was in pain and bleeding and I was the only one who was going to help him.

Right here and right now.

My body was tense and the aching in my muscles was now an extreme burning pain that shot up every inch of my being. My gut was churning and I felt as if I was going to vomit, but I knew I couldn't focus on me right now. I was only a couple miles from the garage where someone could help him.

Just a few miles.

My bike could easily take them on. It'd only take a couple minutes, tops.

Finally I lifted Ishimaru's hands off the handlebars and held onto them to keep him steady as I slid in front of him on the seat.

Only a few more miles. The thought continuously flashed through my mind.

I wrapped Ishmaru's hands around my waist and kept one hand on them to make sure he wouldn't fall off when I began to drive. If I could begin to drive, that is.

I could feel my own hands shaking on the hot rubber handle and on Ishimaru's hands. I pulled the boy tighter, this time not against my burning chest but my back.

A few more miles. The thought returned to my mind, now it felt as if "A few more miles" was more like one hundred miles. My chest tightened, I've gotta go now.

I ground my shoes into the asphalt, I felt like I was going to fall over. I can't do this now, I have to go. Right now.

Shaking or I pulled back the handle and kicked up the kickstand in one movement and began speeding out of the lot, I was approaching the gate at what felt like agonizing slowness but in reality was probably about twenty miles per hour. The wind was pushing against my face, I was clenching Ishimaru's hands tightly.

It's only a few miles. It's a few miles. The thought was hopeful at first but now it was increasingly agonizing. I can't wait a few more miles, it's been long enough. I- He needs help now.

I felt Ishimaru leaning harder and harder against me; he was losing more and more strength. His body almost dead weight at this point; I noticed my back was damp.

He's lost too much blood. The horrid thought pushed into my head, I tried to force it away. I only knew a little bit about medicine and first aid but my memory was blanking me. All personal safety had been disregarded. I didn't know what to do or how to help.

It's just a few miles. Why does it have to be so far away?