"You're going to be fine," Pony whispered, shaking your head and trying to get your eyes to focus on him. Why'd he tried to walk home alone? Why'd you have to show up without anyone else and be stupid and stand up for him against the socs? Why did the socs have a switch blade?

Why did you have to be the one laying on the blood stained sidewalk? "Please, please be fine!"

Pony looked up around him for help from anyone, an adult, a cop, another kid, hell he'd even take a drunkard at this point. "Help! Please, my friend's hurt!" Pony screamed, hoping someone would come to your aid. It was late at night though, and the drive in was playing a horror movie.

There was no way someone would come. So he turned back to you and started trying to stop the bleeding, tears filling his eyes and blurring his vision, "You'll be fine, you have to be fine! First Johny now you!?"