Summer's P.O.V.

Chowing down on an apple Trent had gave me for breakfast, and a little debating with Saline and Sophie, I had decided to go out for a bit to get some air. It seemed like a good idea at first, to me that is, that was until 'they' showed up.

"Get back here you little pest!" I ran startled down the streets as a group of soldier's began to gang up on me.

Many citizens looked at me surprised as I dodged around them and panted as I tried to figure out what I should do. I gasped as I was backed up into a corner.

"Oh please! Cant we just go one day with out this?" I growled looking back.

There was five of them and only one of me…plus they had guns with sedate missiles. I was now against the dead end of a wall. Or I was going to be the dead one at the wall, Hehe, stupid metaphor. My body shook and I could feel my knees getting tight.

"Lets get ready to fire at target boys!" one of the men whispered.

"Someone help me please!" I cried out in the air.

I heard the locking of the guns as they got closer. I gasped and covered my face in my hands.

"Alright, one! Two! Thr-Ahh!" A black blur rammed into the main soldier, leaving the two un-excepted individuals dazed.

"Go now!" someone demanded at me.

How could I? But seeing I had a chance to escape, I began running.

"Grr! Get off me!"

Stopping and looking back, I saw a black and red hedgehog. He was so cunning! For a moment I couldn't move, for I was at awe. But a second later, I became angry and defensive, as the hedgehog was on the ground at gunpoint. Letting out a gasp, I began running from behind to attack the men.

"No!" I cried.

A sound of a gun shot made me mad dash at the staff.

"Leave him alone!" I cried out grabbing onto one of the soldiers guns.

Giving a forceful kick in the…well, you know, the man fell to the ground letting out an expressed cry. The other was at the hedgehog getting ready to finish him off.

"Don't you dare!" I snapped ramming into him.

Both of us crashed to the ground as we were in a struggle for his rifle.

"Chaos-Spear!" I heard a weak voice behind me.

A second later the man fell backwards and collapsed with anguish. Panting for a moment, I shoved the man off me troubled. Looking back to the fallen heroin, he was now in twinge from the intoxication of the soldiers.

"Oh no…" I whispered standing up.

Running over, I looked at him mournfully. He was unconscious, he also had a gash to his head, and his arm and chest were badly wounded.

"Oh this is all my fault…" I wailed.

"Why am I so stupid? Me, of all the…oh man, what am I going to do?"

Kneeling down to the hedgehog, I noticed his eyes were locked on me.

"Hedgehog? Are you dead?" I whispered a bit creeped out at how still he was.

"No...I am not." he growled still looking at me.

I smiled in relief and knelt down, but I could feel the tension with him already.

"Uhm, okay this is bad..." I mumbled seeing how much he was bleeding.

Dark black like blood was flowing at a constant rate from his arm and chest. I looked back at the soldiers who wernt moving.

"Can..can you feel anything?..." I whispered grabbing his arm feeling for anything perhaps broken.

He shook his head. "No, Its all-Holy!"

A second later he was sent on a rampage of curses. A minute later, he had his eyes shut as he held his chest.

"I...am so sorry..." I whispered with my hand clamped over my mouth, staring at him shocked.

He didnt say anything but just nodded, as he tried to be patient with me.

"I cant let your wound get any worse...let me help you." I said grabing him firmly.

"I dont think that will work-"

"Oph!" I fell backwards at my first try.

He wailed grabbing his chest again.

"SHHHH! Your being to loud! Sorry! Okay, hang on…" I mumbled.

He bared his teeth looking at me with a growl.

…"Oahu!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Ahhh that hurts!"

"Okay I know, I'm-"

"AHHH!"

"I know it hurts but you have to be quiet!" I said glancing at a soldier who was seeming to wake up.

I looked at him as he groaned. He opened his eyes and just stared at the sky above, letting out a slight grunt. I didnt move but then had an idea.

"Okay, I am going to try to drag you...but you have to try to be quiet!"

"I wouldnt be so loud if you wouldnt be dropping me every time!" he snapepd.

"I wouldnt be dropping you all the time if you wern't so-"

We both stopped as both men began to be getting up.

I glared down at him as he glared at me.

Grabbing under his arms, I hoisted him up, and dragged him away from the militia.

After about fifty 'sorry about that', a few arguments, and another hundred cries, It only took me twenty minutes until I had finally gotten far enough from danger, and where he could rest. Gently laying him down in the nearby pasture, under a large oak tree, I observed his chafe. He looked terrible. His arm was bleeding massively, and his chest looked like he had been stabbed. His head was just minor, but I was concerned if he would have a concussion.

'Possibly from me dropping him so many times…'

Intuitively, I knelt down and pulled off my scarf. Using my scarf as a binding and a swab, I attended the wounds.

Again another cry from him, which made me fret even more.

Placing my hand on his head, I gently stroked him.

"Hush now, its alright…I'm here. Were not moving, so…your safe." I said trying to brighten the mood.

He rolled his eyes looking away but he began laughing. I smiled shaking my head, as I wrapped the bandage securly.

I then noticed him flexing his hand. I stopped and looked at him with a soft smile.

"Looks like your getting your nerve back."

He nodded leaning himself up a bit.

"You dont have too-" he started as I began to wrap the scarf around the chafe.

"Until your able to move completly, I wont leave." I said sternly.

He stared at me for a moment before rolling his eyes. I looked up, even though he was being distant, I couldnt help but smile anyway.

Awe! I love this chapter! I hope it isnt to rushy, but I think its going pretty well. Please read and review! C.T.H.