-Lefty's Pov-

I can't believe that Molten wasn't mad at me.

I thought he would be...and I showed that I was scared.

Damnit, I'm not supposed to be anything!!

But..seeing his expression..it just...I don't know..

But what surprised me was when he picked me up.

Don't get me wrong, but Molten doesn't look like a teddy bear. And by that, I mean that he doesn't look that friendly. Like you shouldn't mess with him, because he'll put you in your place.

I mean, it may just be the looks and all, but that's what I see.

But that's not important.

What's important...is that he now wanted to being me to the nurse...

And I was freaking out.

You may be asking why, but nurses help you! I'm not saying it as a bad thing, but since he'll probably tell her that I was being bullied, she'll check me.

Which means that she'll notice my arms.

My cuts.

And what am I supposed to do then?

They'll probably search my backpack and find the knife.

Then they might call the cops and bring me to jail or something!

But I should stop getting ahead...stop assuming things...stop thinking this way...

I shook my head and looked at Molten. He wouldn't let me go. No matter how much of a fight I was putting up right now. Because boy, was I struggling.

But he just held a tight grip on me, not too tight though.

I guess he didn't want to hurt me.

Heh...

Did he not just see what happened to me?

Does he still not get it?

Does he still not realize?

I'm already hurt.

And I'll always be hurt.

Because I'll never accept help.

And I'll forget be a lonely person, with no one.

I'll always be a dumb bitch...

A stupid mistake...

Worthless...

Good for nothing...

A good two shoes...

Dumbass bear...

That no one loves...

And that no one cares about...

-Molten Freddy's Pov-

The poor kid looked really scared.

But I really don't even know why in the first place.

I tried talking to him, but he seems deep in thought. But now that I think about it, isn't he usually in deep thought most of the time? I find that a bit weird.

I shrugged it off and continued my way to the nurse's office.

The second bell rung just as I walked in, and Lefty tried to make a move again.

Nope.

I held onto him with a grip.

He wasn't going anywhere, at least not when I'm around.

I honestly don't know why he wants to run.

But I saw that his ears went down as he crossed his arms, looking away.

Welp, I can tell that I had upset him.

And he probably doesn't like me even more now.

I noticed the nurse at her desk and she smiled at me, gesturing for me to come in.

I did so, going over to the little bed in the corner and setting Lefty down, putting his backpack on the floor.

His eyes widened a bit, I can tell with fear.

I have a feeling that he didn't want me to touch his backpack. But why?

I sighed, shaking my head.

"Oh dear! Lefty, again? What happened this time?"

Well I'm guessing that this isn't his first time here.

"Umm..n-nothing..." He said, looking down.

I gave him a look. Now that I obviously a lie, and both me and the nurse could see that.

He didn't even look in the right stage of good condition.

He is wearing a red hoodie, probably to hide scars on his arms. He's wearing blue jeans, for God knows why. But probably because he wants to.

But...now my eyes drifted to everything else.

He had red cheeks, yellow stars in the middle of them...a black little nose that looked like a little button...his fluffy hair in his face, making everything about him just seem...amazing...

Everything about him...was amazing.

But...

Not everything exactly.

I realized that he has bags under his eyes, probably from the lack of sleep or something that he did.

He also keeps yawning, and that's not good.

He's even walking weird...almost like a limp.

But yet...the one thing that caught my eyes...was his stomach.

I can't even describe what the horror was about that.

His stomach looked so small...

You can possibly see his ribs..

How did I not notice this when I was carrying him?

He doesn't eat...does he...

I need to tell SB about this...

The poor kid.

He looks so tired, like he just wants to give up.

I just wish...there was something I could do...

-Lefty's Pov-

I was getting really uncomfortable.

I don't like the nurse.

Let alone anything at all.

I winced as she touched my side gently, closing my eyes.

I think that Freddy did kick really hard...but I don't know how hard exactly...

She touched my side again, and I wanted to slap her.

That hurt!!

Stop touching it!!

I growled slightly, my ears still down. Why...

Freddy...what did you do to me...

I opened my eyes yet again to see Molten staring at me with a worried expression, but he turned away and went sit in a chair.

I'm guessing that he wasn't going to leave until he was sure that I was "ok".

Or...that he wasn't going to leave my side for the rest of the day.

I sighed a bit and turned to the nurse, which hurt me as I did so, because I quickly grabbed my side in pain.

"Oh dear... we're going to have to do a scan.." She said quietly.

Let me tell you, I almost flipped.

I already hate doing this type of stuff!

Now this is starting to feel like a trip to the doctors office...

~Timeskip to a few minutes later~

The nurse flicked on a light on her board, putting a picture in the slot.

I looked at it, tilting my head a bit.

I didn't understand this at all. Was she expecting me to do something or what? I don't know.

My ears twitched a bit, and I looked at Molten.

He was staring at the screen for what seemed like forever. Then his gaze caught mine.

But he quickly looked down at my side and sighed, shaking his head for the third time.

I was still confused, but decided not to ask any questions.

It's best if you don't ask and just leave it alone.

I leaned that a long time ago.

"Well..it seems that your ribs are ok, but you seemed to have hurt it in some way..."

"Umm..what does that mean?" I asked.

"Hun, it means, we don't know what happened and you're just going to have to try to heal on your own.."

Oh HELL no.

She did NOT just say that to me.

Aren't nurses supposed to be like, I don't know..NICE?!

Not this one, apparently!

She just went out and said the truth.

She could've at least fibbed about it like how some other nurses do. Those nurses always put on fake smiles and say that everything is going to be fine. Even though it's not.

I looked down and put my hoodie over my head, thinking more to myself.

I was so ready for this day to be over.

Even though it has just started.