Chapter 8
Gouenji awoke slowly. He wasn't even expecting to wake at all. His neck was still in place, which was a good sign, but he was still in the forest, and it was still dark. Grunting from the pain, he forced himself up, and that was where things got complicated. He could see a boys shape lying, unmoving next to him. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, and his shorts were ripped to shreds. But that was nothing to be worried about when he found several deep cuts around the boy, blood flowing freely out of them, and his arms and left leg positioned at worryingly weird angles. He was covered in bruises and broken bones. Gouenji turned him over to see the extent of his wounds, careful not to jar him too much, when he stopped completely, mouth gaped open.
It was Endou.
He was still breathing, though very shallowly, and his heart was beating weakly. But he was still alive.
"Please, wake up Endou, you have to, just wake up" Gouenji whispered softly, to no avail. He was completely out cold, not surprisingly. Forgetting his own injuries, he gently lifted Endou up into his own arms and made his way back.
Kidou was angry now. If Gouenji had just listened to him, he wouldn't be stuck here to wait like an old toy that had been thrown away. The sound of footsteps drew him out of his trance. He looked up, expecting to see Gouenji sulking back, complaining that he was right as usual, and that they should do more things his way. But that was completely the opposite of what he saw. Gouenji was there, but he was more like limping than walking, and he had a massive cut on his arm. He was holding a seriously injured boy, and with a start, he realised it was Endou. Rushing forward, he took Endou from Gouenji's shaking arms, crying out his name as he desperately tried to wake him. He didn't care if he woke the whole god damn building up, it was probably better if he did, then they could actually get some help. He cradled Endou's head in his chest, crying behind his goggles, not believing this had happened to him. He was vaguely aware of others rushing forward, crying out Endou's name, but none of that mattered to him. Gently placing the Endou's unconscious body down, he looked around for the coach. Thankfully, he was on the phone, probably to the ambulance. Glancing back towards Endou, he found him surrounded by the team, all trying to wake their captain, to no avail.
"Captain" Kabeyama cried desperately shaking their wounded captain, before letting tears fall endlessly from his eyes. "What happened to you?"
"He's been injured pretty badly, but he'll survive" I hope. Kidou tried to remain calm, just like he always did. It wouldn't do any good to panic.
There was a small thud behind them, drowned out by the frantic voices of worried team mates. Kidou swung round, to where Gouenji was. He was clutching his arm, shaking violently in pain. His eyes were screwed shut, and his teeth were clenched tightly. He was in obvious agony, but Kidou could tell he was hiding the pain, trying not to worry the team more than necessary. Kidou made his way over, and was surprised to see the wound in his arm was much serious than it had looked just a few seconds ago. It was bleeding nonstop, and you could see the white of bone sticking out through the red. Gouenji started to shiver uncontrollably, wavering sideward's, while his eyes shot open, unfocused and glazed over. Kidou just managed to jump forwards and catch him before he crashed to the ground. That was two team mates unconscious. Things weren't going very well today.
