The next day of school was tough for Emil to go through. There was constant laughter, some whispering and pointing. He noticed. Of course he did. Even if you were a new kid you'd understand he was getting made fun of. Emil ignored every bit of it, he didn't like too many people at that school anyway so why would it matter to him? He knew for sure his friends would not laugh at him, everyone except the Danish idiot.
Leon was late to school, only arriving during second period and received worried looks from many of his classmates. He quietly took his seat and gave no explanation of being late, they'd find out soon enough either way.
Two kids sat in the nurses office groaning and holding different parts of their bodies in pain, both with multiple bruises and a bloody nose, one even wearing a black eye. They did not know who their attacker was only saying that he was too quick to actually be seen. They had an idea and that idea led to their next plan.
Lunch had finally arrived, everyone sat where they had before anything happened. Leon was with his family, eating quietly while Emil was at a separate table arguing with the others that the website had not bothered him and he was fine. It was not until a bathroom break that hell broke loose and Emil was pushed violently against the tiled wall, air getting knocked out of him. "Sent yer little friend out fer us didn't cha?" One boy's voice sounded although Emil knew nothing about who it belonged to or who he was even dealing with. "Yer so weak without him now," the voice teased as the Icelandic boy received a punch in the gut, doubling over as he coughed harshly. "Pathetic," he was spat at then thrown roughly to the ground and kicked at, hits landing various places; gut, groin, face, the side of his head had encountered a painful kick, causing the poor boy to nearly black out.
The door soon slammed open, a teacher and two students running in; one being Lukas and the other being Leon, who had actually reported the bullying. The bullies were practically dragged away from Emil and out of the restroom, some cheering being heard from the hallways from the acts being caught. Lukas was on his knees and cradling Emil's head immediately. "Oh God, Emil, can you hear me?" He said softly but urgently, receiving a small nod and groan as a response. "I knew I shouldn't have believed you were actually fine. S-shit they really did some damage," the usually stoic male could feel tears swelling up in his eyes as he stared down at his little brothers unfocused ones.
Leon carefully pat Emil's body, searching for anything badly damaged. "They did some bad stuff to his ribs, but nothing broken or cracked, he might have a concussion I'm really not sure how serious it is though," the boy had added gently as he wiped away salvia that one of the tormentors spat on Emil. "I'll help you take him to the nurses office, Lukas," he looked up at the elder and received a nod in return, not wanting to show his face. "Please do," the Norwegians voice cracked but neither mentioned it or even acknowledged it. They picked up the beaten boy and took slow careful steps to the nurses office, both heading to the principal's office as requested.
