i shouldn't . . [ B X B ]

. two .

winnie pressed his back to a locker, sliding down and sitting, but quickly falling over onto the floor as he clutched his hips. he had walked himself to a completely deserted hallway, hardly even knowing where he was going.

his body ached.
it hurt to breathe.
he couldn't focus.

he tried to suck in as much air as possible, but it was painful. his lungs never seemed to get enough, they were always constricting painfully as winnie breathed out.

he couldn't help but thinking that he was going to die. he was going to have a heart attack, or even an asthma attack right there on that floor.

at least cutter would be happy..

what was that about? cutter had yelled out for his friends to move, so he could get to winnie easier.

but the boy hadn't persued winnie. he obviously wanted to get at him, make him pay for spitting into his face.

or was that the reason?

cutter had yelled for the boys to move out of the way. but why, if cutter didn't try to chase after him?

it clouded his thoughts as winnie closed his eyes.

he was really tired. he hadn't ran like that ever.. he would just close his eyes and rest. five minutes.. he'd explain that he was in the bathroom.. people would vouch for him, even if he wasn't.

five minutes..

five minutes..

[ . . . . . ]

"hey, pooh! pooh, c'mon, get up! they'll find us!"

"whazzit..?" winnie mumbled, lifting his face from the floor, his cheek sticking as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

"the day is over, pooh!! you're in cutter's hallway! he's coming soon, please get up winnie!"

at this, the small boy's eyes flew open and he sat up quickly, his visit blackening at the edges from getting up too fast.

"the day is over?!" the boy asked his best friend, Lyle, who bravely came to wake him.

"yes and you'll get us killed!! I told all your teachers you were at the nurse and got your work for you - oh , come ON winnie!"

lyle was attempting to pull winnie up quickly by his arm , but winnie was sadly still injured. "okay okay give me a second.." the pooh bear whispered as he used his arms gingerly to push himself up , his hip automatically screaming in protest.

the boy yelped loudly, dropping his body in surprise at the pain that erupted and rippled through his body.

"pooh - shhh!!" lyle whisper yelled , tucking his arms under winnie's, attempting to lift him.

lyle was a very small boy, so he hardly could lift a bag of flour, let alone winnie. but the bear lifted himself along with lyle, the two being able to rise him.

lyle put his arm around winnie's waist, helping the boy limp along. the two moved slowly, lyle being quite gentle with the other.

everything was going perfectly. winnie had escaped cutter and the whole school was on his side. though his hip was biting at his insides, he was happy.

too soon, said a small voice in his head, again.

oh shit.

voices approached the hallway, laughing and making comments about some boy.

"did you see the way he squirmed?!"
"and when i reached a hand out - he flinched like I already hit him."
"that crying was pathetic - he was totally scared of you, scissors."