Shorty after Toby had kissed me, he ran away. I sighed, trying to reorganize my thoughts. "Nope, not happenin." I say, picking up my book and walking to Phoebe's dorm, in the pitch black of night. "I wonder why he ran?" I ask the sky as I walk. I suddenly get a bad feeling about something, but shrug it off.
I walk in Phoebe's dorm. "Phoebe, i'm back." Silence. I walk around, and see she isn't around. "Where the hell is she?" "Cherry?" someone whines. I ran to where I heard it. I gasped in shock to see Phoebe, stitches around her abdomen. "HOLY SHIT PHOEBE, WHAT HAPPENED?!" I yell in a panic. "No clue. Hurts." She passed out, great timing for her killer boyfriend to waltz into the dorm. "MISTWALKER!" he growled, and I could almost feel my heart stop. "I didn't do it. I found her like this. Something's wrong." "Yeah like hell." he snarled, before noticing the blood around her abdomen. And that I had no blood on me whatsoever. "Whoever did this did a shitty job. Mistwalker, go find a needle, thread, and a first aid kit." "Am I your slave?" "Do you want me to kill you?" "Point made." I say, walking out to get the things.
I walked back to find a nice scene on the couch. 'I wanna yell rape sooo badly.' I giggled mentally, and walked over to where Jack was. "Why are you sitting on her legs?" "To hold her down, so I need you to hold down her arms. This is gonna hurt." I nodded, wanting to get this over with so Phoebe can live. I watched, as Jack ripped out each stitch as fast as he could. Phoebe's eyes shot open and she screamed, only to have me muffle it with my hand. She bit down, causing me pain, but not extreme. "Shhh, calm down Phoebe, i'm trying to help you." Jack said softly. She whimpered, tears falling off her face. Jack took his time restitching the wound, so we could get Phoebe to better medical help. Phoebe had bitten my hand so hard it was bleeding, and numb. "Take her out of here, I can't. As you know." Jack said, before gently kissing Phoebe's forehead (after he moved his mask of course). He then jumped out of the window leaving me with an unconscious Phoebe.
I was walking out of the collage like a normal human when I saw on of the teachers walking out of their room. 'Great I have to explain this now.' I mentally sigh. "I hope Phoebe's okay, with the week she's been having." the woman walks in my direction. 'SHITSHITSHITSHIT. WHAT DO I DO?!' I'm mentally screaming. She gasped as she saw me holding Phoebe. "Oh my dear, what happened?" she asked me, checking Phoebe. "I walked into her dorm and found her bleeding from the abdomen, so I stitched her up so I could get her to a hospital." "I'll drive you there. It will improve her chances." I nodded and followed her out to her car.
We get to the hospital, and the girl at the reception desk looks surprised. "What happened?" "I have no idea, all I know is that she needs medical help now." "Name, cause of injury-" "Phoebe Adams, 18, cause of injury unknown, blood type Bombay." The girl nodded, and took Phoebe from me. We were then told to wait. "Poor girl, she's had one of the worst weeks ever." The teacher said, looking down the hall. "What's your name? Just curious. I looked at her. "Cherry Mistwalker, you?" "Cara Tully." I nodded. The lady came back over. "Do either of you know of any family that would have her blood type?" "No, her family is gone. And her boyfriend died." "Either of you?" "I have O negative, I don't know about her though." "I have bombay, does she need blood?" The girl nodded. "Would you be willing, we have none as it's so rare." Cara nodded and walked off with the girl.
