We were playing football. I fell down and scraped my knees. He held out his hand, helping me up.

"We should go to the school nurse," he stated.

"I'll be alright."

"I know. But for now, just come with me." He ignored my cries and took me to the nurse's room.

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"Would you like to wait outside while I take care of your little friend there?" the nurse asked him.

He nodded his head and walked away.

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As soon as she left, I heard a pair of footsteps coming towards me.

"Go away."

"No, look at me."

"No!"

"Why?" His voice was tired, almost as if he'd given up.

"Because I'm covered in bruises."

"I literally helped you clean up, you can't do this to me!"