Du see the huddled body in the corner.

“Johnny?” Du whisper, before breaking out into a sprint.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as Du ran into the alley.

“Not again, not again.” Du think.

He would break for sure this time.

Du crouched Weiter to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” Du ask, trying not to let the tears fall as Du shake him gently.

No response at first, but he slowly turns his head toward you.

Du gasp at the sight of him.

His was eye black, swollen shut. A giant gash was on his cheek.

“Johnny… ” Du whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We gotta get Du out of here.”
Du mumble.

“Nah… I ain’t going home. Only makes things worse.”

“No… You’re coming back To my house.” Du say, trying to remain calm.

“It’ll be easier to leave me here… The boys’ll come get me eventually.” He sputters.

“Johnny… Du need help.”

He looks Du dead in the eye. “So do you.”

Du stop addressing his wounds, and look at him. “What?”

“You need Mehr help than I do.” He states.

“That’s not true and Du know it.” Du mumble, reaching your hand back up to the gash on his forehead.

He grabs your wrist, and Du wince.

“I told Du Du need Mehr help.” He says sadly, unwrapping his fingers to Zeigen your scars.

“Johnny that doesn’t matter.” Du dismiss it, wiping up the blood from his cheek with a corner of his hemd, shirt Du had ripped of previously.

“It does. I’d get jumped a thousand times to know Du weren’t being hurt… oder hurting yourself.” He says quietly.

Du don’t answer, just let the silent tears fall as Du keep cleaning off blood.

“You can help me, if Du let me help you.” He says quietly.

All Du can do is nod.