The boy was on the floor. He would’ve looked as if in a deep slumber, except for the thick dark liquid oozing out from the open wounds and onto the tiled floor.
His normally sky blue uniform and musty blonde hair was stained with the substance.
The normally bustling school was abnormally silent, or at least the men’s bathroom was.
The door had been locked by staff as Arthur had estimated.It was around five o’clock in the afternoon, Chad and his gang had done an amazing job at beating him up.
Before everything went black, the scream of one of his elder brothers rang through the bathroom. The last thing he felt was his brother hugging him close before he slipped into unconsciousness.
Arthur awoke to the beeping of the heart rate monitor in his ear. He slowly sat up noticing his surroundings.
He was in a white room, a bag pumped blood on one side of the cold bed and a monitor beeped on the other.
“You’re awake.”A blonde nurse said calmly
“Am I not supposed to be?” He questioned the young blonde.
“Yes but with your wounds, we estimated another half hour at least.” She explained.
“Ah, I see,” he muttered under his breath.
“Anyways your brother is here. Would you like me to send him in?” She asked politely.
“NO!” He heard himself pretty close to yelling. “I mean, no. Please don’t.”
“May I ask why?” “Because if it’s abuse I have to report it to the authorities." He thought about his brother in jail before muttering a "no..."
