Chapter Eight-Pain

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I cover my mouth, hearing Moon's jingling footsteps nearby. He's trying to call me out, trying to entice me with the promise of letting me go and forgiving me. I just don't want to. He's just getting closer and closer, his footsteps matching my quickening heartbeat almost at the same rhythm. I crawl away as he gets to the row I was in, checking every possible hiding spot. His hands are dabbled with some of the blood from my fall, dripping at every move his hands make. I look around to look for the DJ, seeing that he's close as well. One of them can see me and alert the other. 

I take my chances and start running when DJ's head is turned, trying to find another arcade game to hide behind. Of course, I was too late and a large, gloved hand picks me up by the abdomen, two fingers trapping me. When DJ allows me to sit on his palm, he's got it to where I'm at his eye level, too far to jump down without breaking my legs. Moon crawls up and starts yelling at me for trying to escape. I hang on to every word he says, bunching myself more and more into a ball. I just want to go home. It was a mistake to mess with the company and try to fix it. 

I feel Moon's cold hand on my head, trying to make me look at him. I can feel DJ lowering his hand to the floor and hear Moon coercing me to get out from myself. I do after a few minutes, Moon seeing the stream of blood running down my face, starting from the hairline. He helps me up, thanks DJ, grabs hold of my hand, and leads me out of the arcade. I'm shivering a little, knowing I might as well give up. I follow him to these S.T.A.F.F tunnels, and straight to the first-aid station. He helps me clean and bandage my wounds, and then going to the other room for me to bandage the large gash on my back. I don't know how a fall can make that much damage, but I guess it was just my luck that I also had to pick out glass shards. Did I fall on a mirror or something? I call him back as soon as my chest is bandaged, and my shirt is back on. 

"Don't tell me you..." he trails off, looking at my right shoulder. It doesn't hurt as much now.

"I dislocated my shoulder," I sigh, saying it in a sort of fake-proud tone. His eyes show this "fuck you" look, glaring at me as if holes are going to burn through. 

He grabs onto my shoulder and upper arm, also telling me to relax it. After he mumbles to ten, he relocates my shoulder, a sharp pain running through my arm. I have to take all my willpower to not cry in front of him. I do give a yelp and wince, but nothing else. After a few minutes of checking and rechecking for any other wounds, he grabs my hand again and leads me out. 

"Don't act like an idiot next time," Moon sighs, keeping his head forward and away from me. 

Yeah, he likes me. 

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Word Count: 552

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