Chapter 4

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"Metis, stay awake!"

A muffled groan was the smaller raven haired boy's response.

"Metis, please." Josh scolded the battered and bloody teen.

Metis curled in on himself while the non-jock jock carried him, groaning again.

"I swear, may. If you go to sleep, I WILL drop you."

Metis peeked out through his hair, uncurling himself a bit; at least, enough to speak and be heard clearly. "'M not sleepin'... Quit yelling."

Josh suddenly stopped walking, gently laying Metis on top of a rock as Metis protested slightly, resembling a kicked puppy(yay, rock surplus) " your head is bleeding through the bandage... Not good. Um... Wait a second, May"

Metis cringed, bringing his hand to his head, covering the bloodied 'bandage'. Phenomenon mumbled someone to the blonde, who was searching through his bag for something.

"What? Speak up, may."

"I said... I'm not May." Metis said louder, the hoarseness in his voice shining through.

Josh looked up before replying "so I take it you feel a little better. I don't think I have anything else for bandages, so..."

The raven haired boy looked up at the taller of the two "I'm fine... Why don't we just go?"

"If you don't get that taken care of now, it'll only get worse. Hmm..." Josh sighed, before moving closer to Metis.

Metis shot josh a questioning look

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Josh held up a few fingers

"What?" Metis asked, now thoroughly confused.

"Just answer me, okay?"

"O... Alright." Metis said, wiping some blood out of his eye " ...four"

Josh smiled in response "good. Now I want you to follow my finger with your eyes. Don't move your head, okay?"

Metis nodded, confusion still written on his face.

Josh held out one finger, running it from side to side, then up and down. Josh's face went serious, repeating the process.

After a few minutes, Metis grew impatient. "Can we stop now?"

Josh sighed "You sure you were really trying, may?" He leaned back, plopping down won't the ground next to Metis.

"Yeah... Why?"

"Because I think you might have a concussion. Tony thought so too. Tell me if you get dizzy or anything, okay?"

Metis' face showed distaste

"Please, Metis. Concussions are dangerous. Promise me you'll tell me."

"... Okay, I promise. Can we go now?" Metis responded, losing interest in the conversation.

Josh sighed, running his hand through his hair "alright" before he stood and helped the pale boy up. Once Metis was up, he tried to pick him up. Metis groaned, obviously not wanting to be carried anymore.

"I can walk."

Josh shrunk his hand back, holding both up in surrender.

"I promised I'd tell you if I didn't feel good. Let's just go, Josh."