The (Not So) Wonderful World Of What-ifs!

Now If Only We Had Background Music

Eleven helped Fourteen walk, stumbling slightly as the skater could barely even take a step.

"Wanna rest?"

"..Y-yeah, that'll help.."

They sat down, not that she'll ever say it, but the rest was kinda for her too, they've barely made it halfway to his house, let alone away from the clutches of the What-ifer.

"Eleven?"

"What's up?"

"..My..whole body is.. breaking down..I don't think I can get up.."

"What?! Of course you can, c-c'mon lemme help!" She started to desperately tug at his arms, hoisting him upwards as she tried to take a step.

But he struggled, pushing himself back down.

"No!..nonono..It's okay..That's fine..."

"It's not! We need to hurry on to your place! Y-you can't give up!"

"..'m not quitting..'s not..how..it works..."

Eleven pressed her lips together, hauling him back to his feet, "We gotta keep going, you have a shot, okay?

Fourteen choked out a gasp, wobbling and falling when his legs gave out once more. "...c..can you tell...Eighteen..that he's the best..com-compadre I ever had?..I'm r-really sorry......I'm so so sorry.."

Eleven nodded, holding him close, "I..I will.. I'll tell him everything okay? Just stay awake a bit longer. Just for a little bit."

"I'm sorry.."

"Keep talking, tell me how sorry." Normally, she would have chastised him for even daring to be sorry for his situation, but she needed something to stimulate him.

"I'm really, really, sorry.."

"For?"

"I tried..I tried not to forget.."

"Forget what?"

"F-forget..you..and..and.."

"And who buddy?"

"You.. and..compadre.."

"Eighteen?"

"..him too..."

Eleven made it to the town square, letting him rest against a tree. "HEY! ANYBODY?! WE NEED AN ASSIST!"

Six peered out of her house, intrigued by the the racket being made by the football player.

"What's so bad it's making you yell? From over here its impossible to tell!"

"Fourteen fell and he isn't too well. That's just swell, it's almost like he's under a spell! Does that ring a bell?!" She sarcastically called, "Stop rhyming and help!"

Six frowned and hurried to join them, checking the downed numberblock over for injury. "I'm no doctor, but it's safe to say that his arm shouldn't look that way.."

"What way?" Eleven stopped, turning to the limb that was positioned beside his face.

Well, it WAS supposed to be positioned beside his face.

"Where is it?!"

Fourteen gave a little stir, opening his eyes just a smidge.

"Where'swhat?" He mumbled, "What's happening?"

"You fell asleep on me, bud! Can you feel anything?"

"...no...not really.."

"Oh no.. Six, I need you to go and get help! I'll stay with him for backup."