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There hadn't been any more serious injuries like Juan's. Whenever I had attempted to tend to some of their wounds they simply moved away or claimed they didn't need my help. The day ended rough and tiring.
I found myself alone in the facility, packing up my briefcase before heading to the infirmary. A voice made me jump.

"You're still here?"

I swivelled round to see the same small boy I had first treated when getting here. He looked much livelier and stronger now. I could still make out the bruises and cuts that were now closing up, slowly healing.

"I'm just on my way to the infirmary. Do you need something?"

He blinked, looking like he wanted to ask something but struggled to speak. His head turned to the side, as if he was unable to look at my face.

"Why... why did you help me?" He mumbled slowly, still avoiding my gaze.

He looked back when I didn't reply, curious ruby gems analysing my features. Why? Isn't that my job? Why would he ask me this?

"It's the whole point of my job isn't it? Doctors are meant to help you" I replied.

He shifted in his position then looked up at me deeply with his raging ruby eyes more intense than ever. His face softened, a little surprised too.

"How are you feeling?" my question seemed to alarm him as he looked taken aback.

"I'm...better" he croaked.

"Have you eaten?"

He nodded. I gave him a small smile of reassurance.

"If you need me, I'll be in the infirmary" I noted and turned away.

I was surprised to see Juan still on the bed, not sure if he was asleep. The empty lunch box was on the bedside table and he had taken the aspirin too. I put down my briefcase and took the damp cloth, rinsing it again before pressing it on his forehead. His eyes shot open with a gasp.

"Relax. It's only me." I whispered, stroking his caramel hair from his face gently.

He looked up at me with soft eyes, watching my movements.

"You're...really nice Sakurai-san" he stated in a low voice.

I smiled. "Arigato, you can call me Juliette, there's no need to be formal."

His eyes clouded a little, shadowing away from my fix his eyes. "We always had to call the previous doctors by their surname else..." his voice tailed away.

I paused. "Else?"

He shook his head, not wanting to continue which made me start to worry. What were these previous doctors like? I longed to know but preserved my boundaries for the moment. I nodded and left the cloth on his head.

"Do you want to stay here for the time being or do you want to go back to your dorm?" I asked.

His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist gently; he was trembling as the familiar look of fear showed up on his face.

"Please...can I stay here? With you?" He whispered.

I touched his hand that grabbed my wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"All right. I'll stay here for the night, I'll be right next to you" I pointed to the bed that stood beside his own.

He nodded and gave a weak smile before closing his eyes and releasing my wrist.

"I'll be just a moment."

I got up and left the room, going back to my dorm to change before returning to see him fast asleep. In my own bed I huddled up, and closed my eyes falling into darkness.

The early morning came fast; I had left to get some breakfast for both Juan and myself. On my way back I noticed a figure standing against the door frame by the infirmary. The same gray haired guy I had bumped into on my first day.

"Do you need something?" I asked, looking into his silver orbs.

He unfolded his arms and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked in a rugged voice.

I nodded and pointed towards the infirmary.

Inside I found Juan awake and sitting up, looking much healthier. I rested his plate on his lap, handing him a fork before sitting back down behind the desk and motioned the gray haired guy to sit. He didn't. He just stood up and leaned against the wall, watching Juan from the corner of his eye. Juan wasn't aware of the guy's presence and continued eating with his back to us.

The silver eyes returned to me and not a word was said for a minute.

"What did you want to say?" I broke the silence.

At that moment Juan called forth my name.

"Juliette?"

I got up from my chair and walked over to the boy. He handed me his clean plate.

"I'm feeling much better, I will have to go back..." he exclaimed, looking rather reluctant on the idea of returning to his brutal training.

I rested a hand on his forehead to find it still warm. Shaking my head I patted his shoulder.

"Yada, your fever is still there. Any sudden activities will increase it again, rest for another day. This is under my prescription so you won't be in any trouble" I assured.

Juan smiled and looked fairly happy. "Can I go back and get a change of clothes? These seem to be sticking to me" he motioned at his torn clothing.

I nodded. Juan slid off his bed and turned towards the door but froze in his movements. I followed his gaze to the gray haired male now standing stoic and watching us.

"..Bryan." Juan whispered the name very quietly but I managed to catch it.

So the gray haired guy was called Bryan. Somehow, Bryan's presence was unnerving Juan. There was silence and Juan walked past Bryan without a word and left the room. Bryan followed his movements before I spoke.

"Bryan?"

He turned around sharply at the sound of his name.

"You wanted to talk to me..." I recalled, wondering what he wanted to speak about.

"It's nothing" he replied coldly, turning to leave. That was when I noticed the gash on his forearm bleeding. Like instinct I grabbed his upper arm, clutching it being careful to avoid any contact with the actual wound.

"Matte, your arm" I renounced pulling him towards the table surface and got him to be seated on the nearest bed. He didn't protest but watched in bewilderment.

I washed his wound carefully. He didn't flinch even a little but stayed silent. After applying antiseptic I wrapped a clean dressing around his gash and fastened it with some bandage tape. As I started clearing the necessities I noticed he was looking down at his now bandaged arm, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes mystified yet distant. Before I could ask, he jumped off the surface and exited the room. Strange, all boys here are secluded.

I was sent to the upper class training room to watch Boris's elite team train and prepare. My eyes fell upon the familiar navy haired little boy and gray haired blader all circled round a big dish and looking down into it. With them was a tall and largely built up stocky blonde with some type of green and white headband around his forehead. The sound of spinning blades echoed in the room. So this was the team that were heading for the championships. The battle seemed endless and neither blader was affected by the sharp attacks. Soon, the 3 blades flew out the dish into their respective owners hands. A clap made me startle.

"Good, you are all improving. Bryan, channel out your power more on that final attack, I want it perfected is that understood?" Boris walked into the arena, the sinister ruby eyed mask on his face.

Bryan nodded, obeying to the cruel man's orders.

"Ian, you need to go out and use Wyborg on the stone pillars and work on dodging attacks. We want NO mistakes when it comes to the championships!" He spat at the little navy haired boy who nodded in agreement.

Finally the blonde. Boris was quiet, silently walking up towards the blonde who made no expression or movement. Boris stood before him, arms behind his back in a deathly silence. A hollow sickness feeling began building up in the pit of my stomach.

"Spencer, do you think this is a game? I told you last time to avoid using Seaborg's defence strategy during the first 2 stages!"

A hand whipped out and caught Spencer's jaw and a splash of blood trailed off into the air and dropped to the ground. The impact of the smack created a shrilling crack that even my ears could pick up from the other side of the room. Spencer maintained his position, his face slightly turned to the side after the smack he received.

I winced, but made no such appearance that expressed my feelings towards Boris. Spencer's lip revealed busted and bleeding but he showed no pain. How brave these bladers were... it was too painful to watch. Boris swivelled round, spotting me in the process. I kept my posture, blank. His gaze turned away and faced the dark entrance of the training room, as if waiting for someone to enter.

"You have 5 minutes to recollect before training restarts" Boris announced, turning away from the 3 bladers.

Spencer looked like he was hissing under his breath, that split lip must be doing him a lot of damage. I narrowed my eyes. The blonde walked over to the bench and sat down along with his team mates.

"TALA!" Boris's sudden voice erupted in the air.

In fluid motion, I stood up grabbing my briefcase to tend to Spencer's lip. Their attention was to the entrance as I caught a dark figure walking in through the entrance. The familiar red colours of their hair made me pause in my steps. I was faced with icy aqua eyes that closed once he entered; his face slightly sunk down in the collar of his uniform covering his mouth and balanced just under his nose. It was him. The guy I had come into contact with last night...blading alone. A shiver crept up my neck as I recalled his drastic actions of shoving me against the stone hard walls of the abbey. He contained such anger and coldness within himself and it was projected in his eyes and on his face. His eyes opened, flickering from my own emerald hues to his boss, awaiting orders.

"Commence training programme 3.2 with the others in 5 minutes. Do you understand?" Boris coldly set out the order.

"Yes sir."

Again. That icy cold tone I captured in his voice. I broke my gaze and continued walking towards their bench. Was I afraid? Yes. But I didn't show it. My movements caught the others attention from the redhead who I believe is Tala. Ian, especially, looked directly at me, a sudden look of revelation. Bryan stayed put as he was, arms crossed and glaring. No different. The blonde seemed to tense, as if my presence was a danger. I continued walking, pausing just beside Spencer and put down my briefcase and knelt down. Taking out some cotton wool and the water bottle and some antiseptic I began my work.

There was silence in the room as I drenched the cotton wool with the water and faced the blonde, who glared at me in slight confusion. This was normal. I gazed into the dark eyes of the stocky man, knowing I had to say something before I touched his busted lip.

"Let me help you" I quietly urged.

His eyes seemed to narrow into slits at my response but didn't flinch away like some others I had tried to treat. I was aware of Ian and Bryan's gaze on me, and perhaps, a pair of icy blue eyes as well.

My hand, strangely wasn't shaking but I managed to apply the wet cotton, gently brushing away the blood and around the area that was cut. He didn't wince, or hiss, or even move. This made it easier. I could see his eyes on me throughout the entire time while my own focused blankly on his injury.
After applying some antiseptic, I was about to put on a layer of healing cream when a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist tightly. I sucked in a gasp but made an effort not to be too strident. My eyes trailed up to meet Spencer's who was now narrowing his eyes suspiciously as he held a tight and firm grip on my wrist.

"That's enough" his rough voice also was cold and unbreakable. This wasn't making sense.

I shook my head, not knowing what made me do so.

"It will heal faster" I replied.

His eyes never left my own and seemed to shake as if he was questioning my statement. His grip loosened as I reached further and applied the cream. His lips were cold, yet a little soft as my finger touched his skin. I could feel him shiver a little at my touch. I moved my hand away and used a scented tissue to clean my hand before packing the briefcase and standing up.

"Training starts now."

My head turned round to find the red haired bitter male glaring in our direction. Specifically at me before turning his gaze to his team mates.

"Yes sir." They replied back in unison. So was Tala their captain?

I could feel each of their eyes on me as I walked back to my seat, settling down and returned to watching their training.

'Artemis?'

'Yes Juliette?'

'I'm slightly concerned. I feel as if, every blader here or injured person feels as if I am a mortal enemy. They refuse to even be tended to by myself.'

'Perhaps you are a discomfort. They are trained to be cold and emotionless, when you tend to their injuries their emotions must rise up and they fear they will be in trouble. Do not worry so Juliette.'

I sighed quietly. Hmm, perhaps Artemis is right. I shouldn't worry I guess...

The battle went on, I watched as Spencer, Bryan, Ian and Tala fought against each other showing no mercy but the battle was somewhat different to the previous. Instead of fighting each other, the 3 opponents were only attacking Tala. It surprised me he was able to hold off and look so cool about it like he didn't feel a thing against their vicious attacks. My eyes followed the battle.

Things happened so fast then. Bryan's falcon bit beast sent an invisible blade that hit Tala's arm, searing the material of his uniform and blood began seeping through dangerously. I caught my breath. Tala furrowed his eyebrows at the impact but didn't wince nor show any sign of pain. Like Spencer. His icy eyes glared at the blood before turning back to the battle. In a matter of seconds, cold winds began brewing in the training room.

I shivered, clutching my arms and rubbing them for friction. Temperatures were dropping fast, what was going on?

An alluring white wolf with ice crystals rose from Tala's bit chip, gorwling in rage. It brought with it, an icy storm, freezing all in its entire path that included the battle dish and the 3 attacking blades which were fighting off the harsh winds, unable to reach Tala's own. I could feel the cold prick at my skin as I winced and eagerly kept my eyes open to watch the battle end.

In a flash, 3 blades flew out defeated at their owner's feet. Tala was victorious.
The cold winds died down but the temperature remained freezing. My eyes flickered to the cold captain whose eyes were now closed. His hand was reached out as his blade flew back into his hand. Our attention was stolen when the dark figure re-entered the training room, a look of dissatisfaction etched onto his face.

"What was THAT?!" Boris growled as he approached the red head that remained in a frozen and closed eyes manner in front of his leader. His face looked somewhat shamed.

What was wrong? Tala had won the battle, that too so easily. What had gotten Boris's mood so uptight?

The purple haired man grimaced, gritting his teeth viciously glaring down at his team's captain. His arm flew out and dug into the cut on Tala's arm from Bryan's attack.

I caught it then. The small wince that was so well covered that to anyone it would seem he wasn't feeling a thing. I saw the slightest pang of pain and it must have hurt! Boris was digging his fingers into the wound harshly, even I could see it. He shook his arm violently, allowing blood to leak through onto his own hand.

"What is THIS? How could you let Bryan to even lay even one scratch on you?" He hissed with venom.

I watched the others who did or said nothing as Boris continued to grip onto the wound. How could they watch this? I suppose I understood, even I myself couldn't find the guts to stand up. I bit my bottom lip, hoping he would let go. Like God had read my prayers, Boris released his grip, shoving Tala back slightly.

"I don't want to see that happen again. Is that understood?" he roared harshly.

"Yes sir" was all but Tala's reply.

"Dismissed."

With that Boris motioned up to the control room above the arena to close down the maintenance. Bryan walked off through the back exit along with Ian. Spencer gave me a glance and back to his captain before leaving himself. I was left there alone, with Tala.

I got up, naturally. My hand slightly shaken, too afraid of what was going to happen. I know he would reject my help. My briefcase handle never felt colder as I slowly got up and walked over towards the redhead. He didn't open his eyes but tightly held onto his blade and turned around, heading for the exit.
As quickly as I could, I tried catching up. I could just make out his red hair and built and lean body outline walking up ahead silently. The corridor was lit; we were close to the experiment labs and the infirmary.

My fingers reached out to grab his sleeve when he whipped round, gripping my wrist tightly, refusing to let me touch him. His closed eyes now slowly opened to reveal his crystal like icy hues to glare into my emerald gems once more. A look of disgust appeared on his face as his eyebrows furrowed revealing his rage building up inside him. I kept my blank composure as I silently watched him in return.

"I don't need your help" he hissed through closed teeth.

His grip was firm and felt like it was stopping my blood circulation. I didn't say a word.

"Why won't you let me help you?" I replied quietly.

His eyes narrowed and stayed silent. Deja vu and he had me rammed against the wall again, I winced as my head hit the wall a second time, my eyes squinting for a bit before I openly stared at him.
I saw his rage; the disappointment from Boris must have him flaring with anger. In a way I felt I understood his pain. That's if he showed it.

"Leave. Me. Alone. You understand that?" He spat quietly yet it was deathly.

I didn't reply, he let go of my wrist and turned to leave.

"You are hurt. I am the abbey's doctor. Your arm could be bleeding from a slit in your artery and there is a lot of interior bleeding. If you do not let me tend to it then you will most likely bleed to death or experience fatigue. Is that what you want?" I coldly remarked.

He paused in his steps. I decided to go on further.

"If that's what you want. Go ahead and continue walking."

I could feel him cursing mentally, a cold atmosphere in the air as we both remained silent. I took this opportunity to get a hold of his good arm sleeve. He flinched from my touch in a low growl.

"I'll follow. You don't need to touch me."

I obeyed, nodding in silence as I continued walking towards the infirmary. It was empty. Juan must have left earlier to get something to eat. I hoped he was all right.

Tala walked in, glancing round the room before standing in the middle of the room completely still. I put away my briefcase, reaching into the cabinet to grab cotton wool, antiseptic, healing cream, a gauze bandage and clean dressing and a bowl of water from the sink. I turned around to see him standing eyes closed, blank and closed up.

"You can sit down, it will be easier."

He didn't say anything but obediently walked over to the nearest bed and sat down. His eyes opened now and narrowed at my movement. I set down my utensils by the side and analysed the cut.
He flinched away from me at first and our eyes met again. This time, I gained a little courage and reached to touch his arm again. He stayed still. That was good. From what I could tell he didn't need stitches but from Boris's grip, quite a lot of blood and seeped through and drenched his sleeve.
I hesitated.

"Could you maybe, take off your jacket? I'll be able to clean the wound and ban-"

"Don't make excuses to get me to take my clothes off" he harshly snapped back.

I grimaced. Feeling a lump in my throat. Is that what he thought of me? That I was trying to se- the thought flew out my head in an instant. The consideration alone made me wince. I didn't show any of this on my face though, hopefully he couldn't read me. I didn't look him in the eye when I spoke.

"It is only your jacket that needs taking off; it would be easier to clean your cut that way. That is my only intention."

He didn't reply. After a minute I thought I would have to clean and bandage his arm with his jacket still on. But slowly he pulled down the zip of his jacket, carefully removing his injured arm from its sleeve leaving the other side on. This worked. And at least, he was wearing a black t shirt underneath. I could see his toned chest more clearly now. Training was never ending here. He didn't wince as the material slid past his cut.

I silently washed away the blood, avoiding touching his skin with my own at all costs. I applied antiseptic with a pair of tweezers with a little cotton wool at the end drenched in the medicine. Finally I had to apply the cream. I hesitated again, glancing at his face in case he objected. His eyes were closed, waiting.
My fingers shook slightly. I didn't know if I should touch his skin. He would go into a fit of rage for sure. It was now or never.

My fingers slowly reached forward, so close to touching his skin when he grabbed my wrist again with his free hand.

"I'll do that myself" he hissed, glaring down at me with his aqua eyes.

I retreated my hand, offering him the tub of cream to which he applied quite harshly on himself before I put on the gauze, avoiding his skin once more. I wrapped the dressing round gently before fastening it with tape and sat back and cleaned up the materials and putting them away.
I heard movement, he was leaving.

"Wait" I called, turning round.

He stopped.

I grabbed a packet of painkillers and ran over to him.

"Take 2 of these, the pain will ease off and you can save your strength" I advised.

His eyes narrowed into slits at the packet of tablets in my hands for a few seconds before slapping my hand, resulting in the packet to fall across the floor behind the white board. My eyes followed the packet and my face saddened. I took a deep breath before turning back to face the once angered captain.

"Keep your worthless drugs to yourself. I knowwhat you're doing" he spat before nudging past me in haste and left me alone in the room.

What I'm doing? What exactly does he have against me? Then again, everyone here seemed to be the same except Juan who I seemed to have gained trust from. But Tala...? Tala was the coldest of them all. His temper was something I seemed to experience a lot, a source of venom in his voice every time he spoke to me. What was it about me that he hated so much? Was it my father? Was it the anger he held after Boris yelled at him and he was venting them on me? Then I remembered the night I first met him. He was angry then too, because of what I am. The abbey's doctor.

Ouch. I feel awful making them go through all that pain! Sorry Tala fans!

Personally, I think the next chapter is one of my favorites :D so review and I shall post it up soon!

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