Final Hour (NateWantsToBattle & MatPat)

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Morgan.. His girlfriend..

He was shaking his head again. His eyes closed. His body was shaking. "I can't do it, Matt. I can't."

"Nate, breathe. Take a deep breath."

"No, No.. I can't.. I can't - No, I can't do it.." He shook his head again.. "Not again, I can't let them find me."

"Nate!" I nearly yell, my niehbors are now looking at me.. All of them curious in this scene with Nate. I just wish I knew why he was acting like this. He never usually freaks out, unless something doesn't work out. But I have never seen him like this.. I see my next door neihbor give me this unsure look.. My street is usually quiet, an all of a sudden one of my friends show up in a dazed panic, and can't even explain himself. Not wanting to be outside anymore, and not wanting to humiliate Nate anymore, I turn to him, gently grabbing his left arm.

"Nate, come inside. You're too shaken up!!" I say to him calmly. As I grab his arm, he pulled back as if in pain, backing up, like I scared him.

"No.." He barely managed to say. "... No."

Now I'm both confused and concerned. I need to know what's up.

I can feel the lady next door staring at me, so I grab Nate's other arm, pulling him to me, pulling him into my house closing my door. "Don't move." I say to him, looking him in the eyes.

He seemed to relax, as if realizing I wasn't going to hurt him.

Taking his flannel off, I freeze, not believing what I'm seeing.

"Nate?" I ask him calmly. "What happened??"

His entire arm was coated in blood, but the only reason for this was the giant gash in his arm. This gash took up most of his arm. He was attacked... But by what?

Looking him over, I pull him over to my living room, sitting him down.. "Do. Not. Move."

Not even hearing a response, I walk down my hallway, now lost in my thoughts.

He's shaken up. Something happened. He mentioned Morgan.. Morgan was taken?? I've never seen him so shaken up, but then I saw this giant gash on his arm.. Something attacked him.. But what?