Dagger started to back away slowly with a small hiccup. "Never mind, I don't want to know what you did. In fact, I was never here." Dagger said with a small slur.
"Get your drunken ass over here and help me get this man onto the bed." Soul growled at Dagger as he hooked his good arm around the man's torso.
Stumbling towards them, Dagger managed to get a hold of the man's legs. "Is he dead?" Dagger asked as they lifted him and managed to lay him on the bed awkwardly.
"I don't know." Soul mumbled as he pulled his arm out from under the man and checked his pulse. "His pulse is faint but it's there." He mumbled and looked up at Dagger. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go get Mr. Law!" he exclaimed.
"Me? I'm drunk if you haven't noticed Mr. SmartAss. He isn't going to believe me." Dagger said with a small hiccup.
Soul rolled his eyes and pressed the red button on the wall that called for the nurse and then ran out the door, calling out behind him, "You're drunk, not high!"
"You don't know that." Dagger mumbled to himself and went to pick up his beer bottle and took a swig of what was left inside of it.
Soul ran to the main office that was downstairs. "That was Maka's weapon. If I save him, he might convince her to come back." He said to himself as he ran down the last hallway a couple of minutes later.
The main office was empty but kept unlocked for this kind of emergency. Soul ran in and grabbed the phone, dialing the number that was on a sticky note next to it.
"Hello?" he heard Mr. Law grumbled into the phone.
"Mr. Law? Something bizarre happened in the nurse's office just now and the result is that a man is dying." Soul said into the phone quickly.
Soul heard shuffling in the background. "I'll be there in a couple of minutes; head back to the room and make sure that the man is still alive by the time I get there." Mr. Law said into the phone, sounding more alert than the time he answered, and ended the conversation by hanging up.
Soul stared at the phone is disbelief. "How the hell am I supposed to do that? I'm not trained for this type of situation!" he exclaimed as he ran back to nurse's room, getting winded quickly.
Ignoring the burning of his lungs, Soul rushed to the nurse's office to see the school nurse already attending the man. "How did this happen?" she asked Dagger who was sitting on the other side of the room.
Dagger snorted. "How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm just an innocent by-stander." He said with a shrug, looking down at his empty bottle of beer with a frown.
"Could you fix him first and then ask questions?" Soul asked her as he walked to stand next to her. "Mr. Law said to keep him alive, at least until he gets here."
"You called Mr. Law? Why?" The nurse asked as she managed to get the open wound on the man's neck to stop bleeding so that she could start sewing it together. "The cut wasn't deep enough to cut through anything vital, but I'll need to put him on a machine that'll breathe for him for now." She mumbled more to herself than to Soul.
"So… he's going to be okay?" Soul asked her completely ignoring her first questions.
"Yeah… but he won't be able to leave until he gives us a good reason as to why he was here in the first place." The nurse said as she went to open one of the medicines cabinets and grabbed a first-aid kit.
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Soul asked her.
The nurse pulled out a needle and thread and started to sew the wound closed. "I'm saying that he won't be able to leave school grounds until we found out why he was in here in the first place. That means no communication to the outside world either, just the witnesses and Mr. Law." The nurse explained.
Soul nodded in understanding. "I see." He mumbled. "Hey, could you get in trouble for underage drinking?" Soul asked sending a smirk in Daggers direction.
Dagger glared at him but said nothing.
"As a matter of fact, you could get punished for underage drinking. Isn't that correct Mr. Nelson?" the nurse asked Dagger with a smug smile.
Dagger sunk in his chair with a groan; he knew what was coming next.
The door swung open and Mr. Law rushed into the room, still in his pajamas and a trench coat over them.
"What happened?" he asked Soul, walking up to the bed to see the man lying there unconscious, but still breathing.
"Blair." Soul mumbled.
Mr. Law nodded in understanding. "Soul, explain to me what happened in my office. Follow me… Oh and Dagger, three months detention for bringing alcoholic beverages into the school. And another one for sneaking into the school in general." Mr. Law called out without turning to look at the shocked face that Dagger had on.
Soul smiled, at least one good thing happened tonight.
-Page Break-
Maka kept waking up at night. She got a horrible feeling that crawled up her skin, telling her that something had gone wrong… but what?
With a sigh, Maka sat up, stretching and hobbling over to the kitchen, ignoring the cries of her half-brother that were coming from her mother's room. Shuffling through the fridge's contents she decided to just serve herself some milk.
When she drank her milk, she decided that she wasn't about to go to sleep anytime soon, so she got dressed and walked out the front door, crutch in hand, taking a small walk around the neighborhood, but she didn't go far.
"What are you doing up so late? Don't women need their beauty sleep?"
Maka rolled her eyes and looked behind her to see Carlo standing right there, a frown decorated his face as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I live right across the street idiot." He answered.
Maka froze and slapped her forehead; she didn't need Pop's help after all. "Look, I need to talk to you."
Carlo laughed. "I knew you would back out of the fight. Oh well, at least you were brave enough to actually challenge me, but of course, like most woman you don't even try."
"Carlo-" Maka tried to say but he interrupted her.
"Don't worry Maka; I know you can't handle losing to me."
"That's not it-" Maka said again only to be interrupted.
"It is fine Maka, I saw this coming. I'm not shocked at the least."
"No, Carlo-"
"I'm just gonna head home now." Carlo said and made his way to the other side of the street.
Maka saw her chance to talking to him about to fly out the window so she did what she had to do in order to keep him from entering his house. "I know what happened with your mom." She blurted out and quickly realized that that was the worst thing she could blurt out.
Carlo's back went stiff. Without turning to look at Maka he spoke. "What did you say?" his voice stiff.
Maka gulped, oh well, too late to back out now. "I said, 'I know what happened with your mom'." Maka said again.
Carlo turned to face her. "You don't know shit." He growled at her, clenching his teeth in anger.
"Pops told me what happened." Maka explained, stuffing free hand into her jacket pocket while the other clutched at the crutch as she started to shiver from the cold.
Carlo's eyes widened and sighed. "Come on, I'll tell you my version of the story." He said, motioning for her to follow him.
When she didn't follow him, he sighed. "The fight is off; I'm not going to attack you." Carlo said with an eye roll as he walked up to his door.
"That's not what I'm worried about." She mumbled to herself as she walked to his house.
He held the door open for her and let her in, following after her and closing the door. "Save all the questions until the end of the story, alright?" Carlo asked her but didn't wait for her to answer as he led her to the living room.
"Have a seat Maka." Carlo motioned for her to sit down next to him after he sat down.
Maka did as she was told, not bothering to take in her surroundings as she set her crutch on the ground next to their feet.
"Look, you better not tell anyone about this, got that?" he growled at her.
Maka nodded patiently, and made sure to stay quiet.
"When I was little I had the perfect family, a hard working father, a stay at home mother, and I was spoiled because I was an only child… but then my dad found out that my mom was part of the Star Clan and he divorced her leaving her alone with me… that's when everything went haywire.
"I started to cut, do drugs and I would always fight with my mother. I wouldn't help her in anything and I wouldn't even do any of my own things either… my mom grew tired and the more annoyed she got with me the more fights we had. I turned fifteen and I started to dress in all black clothing, chains hanging from my jeans, dyed my hair black with a few red and green streaks, eye shadow the whole enchilada. But it was the lip piercing that got to her.
"I couldn't take it anymore; I did what I had to do. I challenged her to a fight." Carlo whispered to himself shaking his head, slouching forward and letting his head fall into his hands.
Maka patted his back and drew soothing circles on it with her palm hoping to relax him a bit. He took in a deep breath and sat up. "Before the fight started a smoked a few joints… I couldn't control myself in the fight… I didn't know what to stop, all I could hear is her yelling at me and then everything went silent, but I still kept going… I kept going until I was sure that I won.
"Pops was to fucking late to do anything. By the time it was all over… my mom was gone." He said to himself, taking in another deep breath and letting it out as his eyes slid closed to try to relax himself. "Any questions?" he mumbled.
"None." Maka responded, patting his back one last time before
"Huh? Wait what?" he asked her, his eyes widening with shock.
"Well, maybe just one. Who else have you told this too?" she asked him.
Carlo blinked at her and then sat back thinking about it. "No one actually." He mumbled.
"You had to get it off your chest. Look, Carlo, woman aren't weak… we're loving. There's a huge difference. You just need to know that." Maka said as she stood up and stretched letting out a small yawn. "Well, I'm beat, I'm gonna go back to bed." She mumbled ruffling his hair on her way out after she got a hold of her crutch. "Oh, and visit me later!" she called out without turning back to look at him.
Carlo watched her leave in amazement. "You are one of the weirdest chicks I will ever meet Maka Albarn… maybe… just maybe… not all woman are weak." Carlo sat back and thought about it. "Nah." He mumbled to himself as he made his way to his room. "Why did I tell her what happened?" he asked himself as he lay down in bed. "And what was I doing out of the house at this late hour?" He scratched his head in confusion but as he felt his eyelids grow heavier he decided to let it drop and go to sleep