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I is for Injury
Violet was used to fighting. She even had to learn how to do martial arts after the Syndrome situation when supers could come out of hiding. So knowing how to actually fight was a good thing. Of course she never did try to start a fight ever, so it couldn't possibly her fault of what happened.
Getting her books out of her locker, Violet was thinking about her schedule for the day. She was deep in thought, taking books and putting books back in that she never heard the click clack of high heels approaching her.
"Hey Vi-Vi." The voice purred.
"What do you want Veronica?" Violet's tone was annoyed. She didn't want to talk to Veronica or to have anything to do with Veronica. The girl couldn't be friends with Violet even if she tried. Mainly because someone kept trying to steal her boyfriend.
Veronica flicked her chestnut color hair over her shoulders.
"You know who I want." Her tone change to threatening and Violet tensed up.
"And as I told you a million times," Violet said, keeping her voice leveled. "He's not interested in you."
"Oh, but he would be. You just have to get out of the picture."
"And how do you propose I do that?" Violet is trying to keep her voice cool, but all she wants to do is go to her next class. She closes her locker and faced Veronica with a bored look on her face.
"Like this," Veronica answers in a matter-of-factly tone before pushing Violet against the wall. "You stay away from Wilbur, got it?"
"Really can't, considering I'm the one dating him. Now if you'll excuse me, I got to get to class." Violet tried to push her out of the way, but instead Veronica pulled her back and slammed her hard against the lockers. People were gathering around now.
"Look here Parr. Wilbur belongs to me and the reason why he isn't with me is because of you. So stay away. Don't make me repeat it again." Her fruity smelling breath didn't hold to the way she said those words.
Violet was getting really annoyed now. Who did this girl thinks she is? There were so many things that Violet could do to her.
"Look, I don't want a fight. So why don't we go to class and pretend like it never happened." She explained slowly and rationally. Once again Violet tried to leave. This time Veronica didn't hesitate. She took Violet and smacked her across the face.
"You want to fight?"
"Are you crazy?!" Then Violet though for a moment. "Wait, don't answer that." She rubbed the place where Veronica slapped her. It was still warm to the touch. Veronica didn't answer. She jumped on Violet instead, pushing her down to the ground. The oncoming crowd started to chant.
"Fight! Fight!"
Violet didn't retaliate. Instead she tried to block the punches Veronica threw. Of course, she didn't save all of them. A few times she was punched in the face and in the stomach as well. Violet finally brought her knees to her chest and pushed Veronica across the hall.
"That's it!" Violet was angry now and there was no way she was going down without a fight. She stood in fighting stance waiting for Veronica to return back. It there was going to be a fight, she played clean even if Veronica wasn't going to. Veronica slipped off her high heels and charged for Violet. There she pushed her into the lockers. That girl was much stronger than she appeared to be. Violet could feel her hair being pulled hard. Violet pushed her off and then sent a roundhouse kick to Veronica's stomach. A satisfying 'oomph' can out of her mouth. She recovered quickly though and came after Violet as well by kicking Violet on her side. There was definitely going to be a bruise when Violet woke up tomorrow morning. Violet stood in fighting stance, breathing hard. It had been a while since she had a fight like this. Veronica came after her again this time with her nails. She knocked down Violet in the shoulders and started raking her fingernails on her arms. It hurt! Violet looked down to see the beginnings of blood oozing out of the deep lines down her arms. She tried to grab her arms, but Veronica took her head and slammed it hard on the floor. Now a pounding headache was in Violet's head. Things started sounded muffled and her vision blurred. She felt the scratches that Veronica was placing on her stomach. Violet did the last thing she could do.
Violet placed her knee up and slammed in hard into Veronica's groin. Veronica rolled off of Violet, coiling in pain. Violet got up, before falling to the ground again. She held her head in her hands. Everything was spinning. She heard Veronica wheeze out something, but it wasn't very clear. Then she felt her body being picked up and she stared into the face of Veronica. Again, Violet was pushed against the wall, feet dangling this time. They both began to claw this this and Violet could hear the fabric of her shirt ripping. One of the arms was pulled clean off and it fell to the ground. Violet attacked back as well. She ripped off the necklace Veronica was wearing. Then she saw something shiny glint and by reflexes Violet moved out of the way in time to see a short knife being stuck into one of the lockers.
"As I said before, ARE YOU CRAZY!?" Violet probably shouldn't have screamed, because once again she felt her head spinning. Veronica came after her with the knife, swinging it back and forth. Violet stepped backwards, narrowly missing the swipes. She was doing well until she felt something cut her shoulder. She winced and bit her lip hard. There was blood now flowing down her shoulder. Violet was done. She kicked the knife out of Veronica's hand and pushed her down hard. Right before Veronica could charge at Violet again, a hand stopped them in between.
"Stop it!" They both looked surprised as Wilbur shouted.
"Oh Wilbur, Violet here try to attack me because she so overprotective." Veronica imitated a voice of a child. Violet couldn't believe it! Veronica was trying to make her sound like the bad guy.
"YOU KNOW THAT'S NO-" Violet felt Wilbur's hand clamp over her mouth.
"You're wrong Veronica. I already heard what happened." Now Violet was really feeling woozy. Her fists unclamped and she started to sway.
Wilbur turned back to look at Violet. "Violet?" He asked her, before she begun to fall. Wilbur quickly caught her. "You don't look so good." Wilbur voice softened. He touched the back of her head. He saw tinges of red liquid on his fingertips. Then, he quickly pushed her hair out of the way seeing blood staining the back of her head. "Let's go." He picked her up, bridal style and started walking to the nurse's office.
"But Wilbur!" Veronica's persistent, annoying voice pleaded with him.
"Not another word." Any talking around them stilled. Wilbur Robinson never got angry. He never treated people cruelly even if he thought they deserved it. The coldness of his voice threw everyone off. Wilbur continued walking through the hall through the crowd of people. He could almost swear that he heard clapping behind him as he entered the nurse's office.
"Anything wrong?" The nurse asked with a kind smile.
"May I borrow your first-aid kit please?" He asked politely through clenched teeth. He was furious about the incident.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" The nurse asked handing him the first-aid box. She was concerned about the girl that was bleeding in his arms.
"I think it would be better if I handle this. Can I borrow that room?" He nodded his head toward the direction of one of the empty rooms.
"Of course! If you need anything, I'm here to help." She got up and ushered him to a room before closing the door behind her. Wilbur laid Violet down on one of the cots and opened the kit. He looked for Neosporin and bandages for Violet.
"Wilbur?" The girl beside him called weakly.
"Violet." He dropped what he had and grabbed her hands. "Are you okay?" Violet smiled weakly at him.
"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy."
"Do you think you can sit up?" He gave her his hand as he gently pushed her up into sitting position. "I'm going to clean you up, you okay with that." She smiled at him with her eyes closed, still a bit dazed. She watched silently as Wilbur cleaned the wounds that she had gotten. Her shoulder wound was the worst one. He worked carefully with it, cleaning the wound gently, and then wrapping it up. He had also gotten her an ice bag to put on her head, which still gave her a throbbing headache. Wilbur had been careful cleaning her head, which wasn't as bad as he thought. Wrapping the bandage around her head, Violet started to talk again.
"What happened?"
"You beat up Veronica, that's what happened."
"Oh." She said in a small voice.
"Anywhere else?" Wilbur asked, changing the subject. She lifted up her shirt so he could see her stomach. Bruises covered her abdomen and small little cuts were in random locations.
"It hurts." Those two little words practically killed him on the inside. He wasn't there to protect her, but he knew she was a good fighter. They had spared several times before, her coming out as the victor since she had much more formal training.
"It's okay." He replied, earning himself a confused look from Violet. He finished cleaning her up and gave the nurse back the kit.
"Is she okay?" The nurse asked. She was quite confused about the whole situation.
"She's fine." Wilbur shrugged. "Do you have any snacks? She's still a bit lightheaded."
"Of course." The nurse rushed and pulled out a carton of juice and a cookie. "We always keep these around, just in case."
He thanked her and returned back to the room. Violet sat there with her hands in her lap, staring at the floor. She looked up when she heard the door open. He handed her the snacks and took a seat next to her on the cot.
"Thanks."
"It's cool."
They sat there in a comfortable silence, swinging their legs back and forth.
"So what about our classes?" Violet wondered what had happened about her classes. She missed her lab in Chemistry and her math test.
"We can go home early. Your mom's talking to the principal right now. You know," Wilbur chuckled lightly. "She's very scary when she's angry."
"Yeah," Violet said, giving a smile. "She does get that way."
"You sure you're okay?" He stared at her with his hazel eyes.
"Just dizzy. We should probably go now." Wilbur got off first and then helped Violet get down. He placed his arm protectively around her shoulder. "Are we waiting for mom?"
"She said that we could walk home while she gave the principal 'a piece of her mind'." He placed air quotes, receiving a grin from Violet. The walk home was a quiet one. There wasn't much to say. When they had arrived at the Parr's house, Wilbur opened the door, and against much of Violet's protesting, Wilbur carried her up the stairs to her room. He placed her onto her bed.
"Hey." Wilbur started, catching her attention. "Don't listen to her. She's not very smart."
"Trust me," Violet groaned. "I don't."
"Move over."
"Why?" Violet proceeded cautiously. He was always up to his tricks. Wilbur lay down next to her and pulled her close to him, trying his best to be gentle.
"Just go to sleep." He cradled her loosely.
"But-" Violet started. She caught herself turning around and looking at his sleeping figure. "Fine." She smiled before snuggling in deeper. These were the reasons she loved him.
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