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"Onee-chan?" Came Ami's shocked voice. "What are we going to do?"

I looked down at her, tearing my eyes away from the unconscious boy to meet her wide eyes.

I stayed silent, not sure what to say.

"Are we going to take him home?" She asked, persistently searching for an answer.

I glanced at the boy hopelessly, the house was at least 10 minutes away, and there was no way I could carry him to the house by myself. I could call someone to get help, but at this hour it would probably take a while until someone could get here, and looking at the boy and seeing the small shudders that rocked his body, I knew that time was not on our side. If I waited for help and kept him out in the cold, he would get sick, and if not from the cold, then from blood loss, die.

I sighed.

Just how had I ended up in this situation?

I began unbuttoning my jacket, shivering as the cold air brushed against my barred skin. My jacket in my hand, I walked towards the unconscious boy.

"Onee-chan? What are you-?"

"Ami, I'm going to try to carry him back. I need you to walk in front of me and tell me if there is anything there that I could trip on, okay?" I asked, looking up at her as I kneeled down next to the boy and wrapped my jacket around his cold shoulders.

"Okay Onee-chan!" She grinned, the shock disappearing from her face only to be replaced by excitement.

"Is he going to stay with us? Can he stay with us? Maybe we can be friends?"

I sighed. It seemed I was doing that allot lately.

"Ami! I don't know what's going to happen! But I do know that if we don't get him out of the cold and inside soon, he's going to get sick."

Her face grew somber as she realized just how serious our situation was. "Oh. Sorry Onee-chan."

I ran my hand through my hair, wondering how the hell I was going to pull this off.

I eyed the boy, he had to be at least 150 pounds, and by the looks of his legs, if he had been awake he would have towered over me.

Carrying him home would be difficult, but I would have to manage, after all, it's not like Ami could help me, and there was certainly no one else coming to help.

Ugg.

I wrapped my jacket securely around his shoulders as best as I could, not wanting to worry about it dropping when I was busy dragging… I mean, carrying, him home. I lifted his arm, wrapping it around my neck and letting his weight rest against me. His head leaned against the hollow of my throat, his long hair tickling my ear.

It was strange… his hair felt soft and silky, like cats fur.

I shook my head.

Cat-like qualities aside, I needed to get him inside. Now.

I wrapped my arm around his waist, lifting up his torso and pulling him to his feet. I staggered under the added weight, but quickly steadied myself, before both the boy and I fell back onto the ground.

I took a small step forward, struggling to support both myself and the boy.

"Ami." I grunted.

She seemed to understand. "Alright Onee-chan." She beamed, scampering forward, searching for anything that could trip me up, and send both the boy and I crashing to the ground.

I tried my best to keep up with Ami and not fall on my face, but believe it or not, carrying an unconscious boy who was nearly twice my size, was not as easy as it looked.

After many stumbled steps and muttered curses (after all I wouldn't want Ami to hear), we were home.

Ami held the door open, as I staggered through the doorway, with Ami following behind; and made my way towards my room.

By this point, I was shivering almost as much as the boy. My arms and legs felt like jelly, and ached dully. My lungs felt as if icy needles were stabbing me over and over again every time I breathed.

But despite all that, I managed to make it to the bed in time; right before my knees gave out, sending me and the unconscious boy toppling onto it.

I lay their, the boy lying next to me. I knew I should treat his wounds as best I could, but I couldn't seem to find the will to move my body. I wasn't in control of my body anymore, my body was; and right now, my body told me one thing, and that was to rest.

Something I couldn't do.

I groaned.

Why is it all ways me who ends up in these situations?

"Onee-chan?"

I tilted my head towards the door, in the direction of the voice; only to see Ami standing in the doorway.

"Ami?"

I had forgotten about her, to focused on not collapsing and falling on my face, to worry about other things.

Like my little sister.

I sweat dropped.

I glanced at the clock.

10:35.

Wow. We were gone for a long time… wait! 10:35?

I bolted up, panicking. The tiredness draining from my body abruptly.

"Ami, we've got to get you to bed!"

I hurried towards her, jumping up from the bed, momentarily forgetting about my aching body and the unconscious boy who lay on my bed.

"But Onee-chan, I want to help you!" She complained.

I stopped in front of her, momentarily confused.

"Help with what?"

"With the boy we found!"

I looked at her, wondering if I could just drag her to her room. Her face was set in determination, and her gaze was unwavering… challenging even.

In other words, I wasn't going to win this battle.

"If I let you help, then you have to go right to bed. Got it?" I asked sternly.

"Hai, Onee-chan!" She grinned, her face filling with happiness.

I glanced at the boy, examining him to see what I would need.

"Ami I need some wet washcloths, some bandages and a bowl of warm water."

"Alright Onee-chan." She scampered off, leaving me alone with the still unconscious boy.

He was on his side, his hair flopping into his face. His arms and legs were held close to his body, almost in a fetal position, but not quite. In fact if I was going to compare him to something, I would say he looked like a really big… cat.

I saw that shivers still rocked his body, though not as harshly as before; and that his skin seemed pale.

Walking towards my closet, I grabbed a couple blankets and dumped them on the bed; I reached out and rolled the boy onto his back, putting him in a more comfortable position. I made sure not to touch any of his wounds; after all, I didn't want them to open back up.

"Onee-chan, I brought the stuff you asked for."

I looked up to see Ami balancing a bowl of water, some wet washcloths, and some gauze bandages in her small arms.

"Just put them on the stand." I gestured towards the small wooden dresser that sat beside queen size bed. Except for an alarm clock and a small lamp, it was empty.

She gently set the supplies down, taking extra care that the water didn't spill. When I saw her standing there, looking at me for direction I spoke.

"Ami, go to bed now."

Her mouth opened in protest, and she looked at me with protesting eyes.

"But-"

"Ami, you've done all you can. I don't need anymore help." When I saw her beginning to protest once again, I fixed her with a warning glare.

"Alright Onee-chan." She murmured, looked slightly dejected.

"Ami." I murmured.

"Yeah?" She stopped at the doorway, looking back at me.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I saw her face brighten. Loosing any unhappiness.

"You're welcome, Onee-chan!" She beamed before scampering away.

I heard her footsteps make their way towards her room, along with the slight click that told me she had entered her room.

Now that Ami was taken care of, I turned back towards the bed and the boy who lay on top of it.

I was thankful to see he had returned to its normal color. However, his wounds were still open and prone to infection.

I switched into doctor mode, any sleepiness I had felt before, now disappearing.

I had a patient, a patient that needed me.

I grabbed a wet wash clothe and gently washed his slender neck and his handsome face, cleaning the blood away. He had a split lip, and a cut on his cheek that didn't look too bad, but I bandaged it anyways.

I undid his sweatshirt and ripped the remains of his shirt off.

I gasped as his skin was revealed, along with his wounds.

Had it been a different situation, I would have stopped and taken the chance to admire his muscled chest, but I didn't, for the horrifying sight before me swept all other things from my mind.

Three jagged gashes ran from the bottom of his ribs, down to his left hip. Blood ran swiftly, now that the pressure of the clothe was gone.

He needed stitches. A lot of them.

I got up from the bed, and hurried towards my dresser, getting out a needle and thread.

Suddenly I was glad he was unconscious, because I didn't have anything to numb the pain that this would surly cause; unless of course I got him drunk, which was something I wanted to avoid at all costs.

I sat down at the edge of the bed and set the needle and thread on the dresser that help my other supplies. I wiped away some of the blood, cleaning the flesh around the wounds.

I grabbed the needle and thread after I had cleaned all that I could clean, and set to the job of stitching up his torn skin.

As I stitched, I vaguely realized that the wound almost resembled, claw marks. As if some wild beast had attacked him.

I once done stitching, I examined his arms, only to see several bite-like marks, on his right shoulder, and several more on his stomach, near the claw-like marks. I cleaned and bandaged them all, and moved on to the rest f his body.

I became shy as I stopped at his pants. I didn't want to take his pants off, regardless of the fact that it would be easier to treat him that way.

Eventually, I settled on simply ripping his jeans in the places he needed to be treated. After all, it wasn't like he'd be able to ware them again.

He had more bite marks on his eyes, though thankfully they weren't deep, and only required bandages. Scratches marked his legs in a smaller version of the wound on his stomach.

I wondered just how he had been injured, and I worried about rabies or other diseases that he could have if in fact, an animal had attacked him.

I imagined him walking down the path that lead through the woods, peaceful, only to be attacked by some kind of beast.

I shivered. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring Ami on that path again.

Once I was done treating his wounds, I covered him with blankets and put the supplies away. I slowly put my pajamas on, as my movements grew more and more sluggish, my weariness catching up to me and my sudden burst of energy receding.

I walked slowly towards the bed, slipping in under the covers, next to the boy.

His face was the last thing I saw. He seemed peaceful, at ease… happy even, and so, contented that he was fine, I allowed myself to drift off into blissful sleep.

There you go!

Next chapter I will have some and if not all of it in Ikuot's POV

Oh and by the way, if any of you are wondering what Onee-chan means, it means older sister.

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