I was walking to the store to buy some groceries, when I saw Luka and Mikuo.

It had been forever since I've seen Luka! I should go say hi.

As I get closer, I hear cries of pain and see a boy by my brothers feet.
He's bleeding, and my brother is the one hurting him!

No, this is not okay! I thought, running over to Mikuo and trying to pull him away.

He just shrugged me off as though I were a bug.

"Mikuo! Stop!" I cried stepping between them.
"What are you doing? Leave him alone!"

Mikuo stepped back a bit.
"He bumped into me and didn't apologize"
Luka nodded, but I could tell they were lying.

Oh well, he wouldn't tell the truth no matter how much I pushed for it.
"Well, you've hurt him enough" I said.

Mikuo rolled his eyes, but him and Luka left, I had ruined their fun.

The boy was crying softly, holding himself.
I felt so bad for him.

I knelt down by him and started removing his shirt to try to look at his wounds.

He looked at my surprised and pushed my hands away.
"No... Leave me alone..."

I sighed.
He needed help...

"Well, I could take you to the hospital I guess..." I said. I doubted he would want that either.

I was correct. "No!" He somewhat shouted, then said quieter "please no..."

"Then will you let me look? I'm only trying to help, it won't be weird, I promise"

He looked unsure. We were on a sidewalk were anyone could see...

"We can go inside somewhere if you want" I said. I would be uncomfortable too if I were him...

"Sure, then that's fine" he said, managing a small smile.

How he was smiling, I don't know. I couldn't even force a smile right now...

But, it made me feel less guilty for my brother beating him up.

I stood up and offered him my hand.

He took it and stood up, obviously in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Hopefully he could walk...

" Yeah, I'm fine, it's not that bad... " he said, but he was leaning on my shoulder.

I decided not to point it out and led him to the grocery store.

There was a isle where no one was toward the back.

"Will this work?" I asked.

He just nodded and I helped him sit down, it pained me when he groaned, I hoped he would feel better soon.

I pulled the shirt off, and his whole chest was basically black, blue, and red!
No way my brother did all of that!

He just looked down and winced.

I gently pushed his head up so he didn't have to look at it.

I had to distract him too...
"What's your name?" I asked. Maybe answering questions would help to distract him as I felt for broken bones...

"L-len..." He said between clenched teeth. "A-and yours is?"