We're learning

And trying not to kill him. (Part 2)

"Fine then, be that way! Agh! But if I fall imma make sure you fallin with me! Agh!" He chuckles at my response and continued his way down the stairs.
When he got to the bottom I wasn't even a quarter away from the half point . What makes this so much harder is the fact that the stairs in this building don't have any rails to hold onto which in my opinion is poor construction and isn't safe at all. He continues to watch me struggle, the smug smirk on his face never left. Even when I'd almost fall he'd crack a chuckle which I totally should've expected from him.

"Look at you, your nowhere near the end!"

"Shut up."

"What? Am I distracting you?"

"Yes. You are actually."

"Well could you hurry it up? We still gotta get out of here before the time runs out." I quickly look up from my feet and glare at him, this causes me to lose my focus but I keep walking anyways so I don't waste more time.

"Well maybe if you were helping me this would go by fas-AHH!" I stepped down with my right leg first and out of nowhere it just gave up on me mid sentence. The rest of my body fell with it not to long after and there was nothing I could do but be prepared for even more pain to come.

...

Ummmm why isn't my body in excruciating pain? And why am I not rolling down the stairs? And why is the floor so muscular? All these questions were roaming through my head but it wasn't until I opened my eyes that everything started to make sense. But then another question popped up,

"Why did you help me?"

"You know, usually when people get help from others they're a lot more grateful."

"You're soooo funny. But seriously, why? It's obvious that you hate me so why bother wasting your time?"

"Well you looked really pathetic and I wa-"

"And you were worried about me so you came back to help me once you saw me fall, right?"

"No. I was just getting tired of waiting so I forced myself to get you. And I didn't even know you fell, I just so happened to be there when you did."

"I knew it was to good to be true. Well thanks anyways, I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." He starts to put one of my arms around his shoulder but stops when I hiss in pain.

"What is it Pinky?"

"My hands, their really sensitive right now so it hurts when you grab them like that. Maybe you shouldn't hold me like this."

"Well how else am I supposed to get you downstairs?"

"Well~ you could carry me."

"Fuck no."

"But you said it yourself, I can barely hold myself up on my own and you squeezing the crap out of my aching hands won't help me focus at all. So can you please carry me down the stairs?"

"I could care less if you're in pain, it's not like you haven't been dealing with it this whole time. Just suck it up for a few more minutes."

I couldn't release my frustration on him because he could let me go at any moment and that would cause me even more pain which is the last thing I want. So instead I pout at him and let out an annoyed huff.

"Fine. But don't get mad at me when I keep on complaining about how much pain I'm in." He stay quiet for a couple of seconds before letting out an annoyed sigh. Without saying anything he let's go of my arm and bends his knees a little. Taking the hint I lean onto his back and wrap my arms around his neck, I then lifted my legs up as far as I could before he took them into his arms and held them up. Relieved I let out a satisfied sigh,