"Don't ask, just help her," Izm barked at him. "Marcus," he turned to a shorter blond kid, "get the first aid kit,"

Marcus ran into the bathroom and pulled a kit from underneath the sink. ".D," Izm flicked his head to the kid who answered the door, "Help me stop the bleeding."

.D took some gauze and wrapped it around my arm. "Keep pressure on it," he said.

Two other kids were sitting on the couch staring at me. "What are you looking at?" I demanded as I sat down next to them.

"What happened?" asked one of them, he looked Asian.

"Caleb happened," Izm said.

"He did this?" asked the other kid, who was wearing a backwards baseball cap.

"Yeah, that son of a-"

"Hey, guys," I interrupted, "I'm sorry, but I need to see a real nurse; where's the office?"

"If you go, they'll find out I brought you here,"

"Well then, they'll just have to find out." Blood leaked through my gory wound. I couldn't feel my fingers at all.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Zeke, could you get that?"

The kid with the hat stood up, but I got to the door first.

Blood was dripping from my wound, down my arm, and onto the carpet. My shirt was definitely stained. Spots of crimson decorated my face and neck. Red was all over my hands.

I looked like a horror movie.

As I opened the door, I left some of the liquid on the handle. There was a really pretty black woman who brought a thick first aid kit and was dressed in, yes, a nurse outfit.

"Oh you poor thing, can I come in?" she asked.

"Nurse Isla!" said the Asian boy, "Yes! We need to help her!"

The nurse came inside and immediately tended to my wound. She started talking as she unwrapped the gory gauze from my painful gash. "I was wandering through the halls when I saw a trail of blood leading to A.E.D.'s dorm room. I was wondering whose blood it was. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"My name is Delilah," I answered.

"Izm," A.E.D. ordered, "Talk. Now."

"Caleb just came out of nowhere and beat the crap out of me!" Izm started, "Dare took out both of his goons while I was fighting him. He pulled a knife on her and if I didn't do anything, he would have stabbed her to death!"

"Caleb Donahue?" asked Nurse Isla.

"Yes,"

"He sends a lot of boys into my office. And speaking of which, you'd better come with me, sweetie." She looked at my right arm and sighed sadly. "I haven't seen anything as gory as this in months."

The nurse took my left arm and led me out the door. "I'll be back with her so she can stay with you guy for a few days," she said.

"I'm coming too!" Izm called as he ran up to us.

"That's good," I said sarcastically, "I need company,"

Me and Izm were sitting in the nurse's office. She was going to give me a numbing shot so I couldn't feel the pain, or my arm.

"Dare," Izm started, "I know you probably hate me for this, but-"

"Don't explain," I looked at him softly, "It's OK; I'll be fine."

"Nurse Isla said you'll get a scar."

"So what? I'm proud of the scars I get!"

"Sorry, I'm just being paranoid and worried."

"It's not your fault, I just don't know how I'm gonna tell my mother about this..."

"This is my fault,"

"It's not your fault; it's Caleb's!"

He smiled a little at me. I looked away.

Nurse Isla came back in the room with a big needle. I narrowed my eyes at it.

"That thing's going in her arm?" Izm looked as terrified as I did.

"It's either this or endure agonizing pain," she replied.

"I'm going with the needle," I said.

She poked the needle through the skin of my arm where my wound was. I clenched my teeth, wishing for it to be over.

"It is done," she said.

I turned my head back to her. "That's it?"

"Yes, but I'll have to wash and wrap your cut anyway, can you feel the rest of your arm?"

I tried to clench my hand in a fist, but I couldn't feel anything move.

"Good, you'll be limp for a few days and that's why you'll have to stay here until you can fully use your right arm."

"What! I can't go home? I'm forced here?" I shouted.

"I'm sorry, but it's for the sake of your wound. Shall I call your parents?"

I looked down at my feet. "Yes, please,"

She handed me the phone. "Dial the number for me please."

I dialed my phone number with my left hand. These few days are gonna suck because I'm right-handed.

Izm wasn't doing anything. He just sat next to me.

My brother picked up the phone. I think Nurse Isla put it on speaker. "Hello?" he said.

"Aaron," I said. The nurse cut me off though.

"Hello. My name is Isla; I'm the school nurse at Hedone High Boarding School for Boys. It seems that your..." She looked at me.

"Sister; that's my brother," I said.

"Ahem, your sister has been found on school grounds with-"

"My Doodles! At an all boys school! What is she DOING there!" My own brother probably thinks I'm a total slut now.

"It's not what you think," said the nurse calmly, "I've just recently treated a serious wound on her arm that was given to her by one of the students. I prescribed to her that she cannot leave until she regains full usage of her right arm."

"Can I talk to her?" he asked.

"Of course," she handed the phone to me.

"Hey Wolfie," I greeted.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?" he yelled through the phone.

"It's fine, you don't have to talk in caps lock, bro," I said.

"Fine, why are you even over there at an all boys school?"

I narrowed my eyes at Izm, who was taken aback by my sudden hostility. "A friend of mine wanted me to meet his roommates,"

"How far away are you?"

I was about to answer, but the nurse took the phone from me. "I'm afraid that Delilah can't leave the building or come home."

"Can I come over to the school and visit my sister?"

The nurse paused a moment, "Of course,"

"Thank you," Aaron paused, "I love you, Doodles."

"I love you to Aaron."

Nurse Isla hung up the phone and put it back in the receiver.

I looked at Izm, expecting an apologetic face. I saw an evil snicker.

"What." I asked, pissed off.

"Nothing, Doodles,"

"If I wasn't in pain, I'd smack you so hard right now."

"Delilah," said the nurse, "You can go back to A.E.D.'s room now."

"Thank you, Nurse Isla," I thanked her and Izm and I walked out the door.