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Dylan groaned in agony as his fists were clenched into tight fists. He had gotten out of his car, walked around to the passenger side, and quickly collapsed. He wasn't sure if he would be able to do anything today. Trent had beaten him so bad last night that Dylan might even have internal bleeding. That would be incredibly bad. Dylan huffed softly as he used his arms to try to push him up enough to swing his legs around, however, his arms quickly gave out as he soon crumpled. If this were any other situation, he would have his wings ripple out of his back and take him somewhere else. Anywhere else. His wings were never hurt when he got beaten. However, he never took them out. No matter how much he wanted to.
Hearing footsteps coming towards him, his mind and body went on red alert. He wasn't sure if it was someone he knew, and if it was, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Flinching away, he inwardly cursed himself for flinching to be the only thing he can do. He certainly wasn't strong enough to fight whoever was next to him. Noticing worn out converse shoes, his eyes slowly drifted up the legs of the intruder. Avonlea Barlowe. Was she here to help him?
"Dylan? Are you okay?" Avonlea Barlowe's soft hands pressed against Dylan Sinclair's bicep. Why did she like her touch so much? Just like Avonlea, Dylan has been asking a lot of questions about what he was feeling, and why. This was very, very odd, for both of them. A groan was his only response as he was struggling to even keep his head lifted to look at Avonlea's beautiful eyes.
"Of course you're not okay. You're on the ground." As if scolding herself for her words, she shook her head and sighed. Crouching down beside him, her hands wrapped under his armpits. "Okay Dylan. I'm going to lift you up and try to get you in the passenger seat. I got to get you out of here." Dylan, although you could barely tell, nodded his head. Avonlea seemed to get the idea.
Both of them sucked in a deep breath before Avonlea used all of her strength in order to hoist Dylan up into the car. Dylan helped as much as he could. He scrambled his feet against the ground in order to push against it to get him into the car.
Soon, Dylan was leaning against his car as Avonlea shifted his body to be able to drag him into the car. It had worked. Now, he wasn't in the correct position that you should be in a car. His feet were dangling out the door and his head rested near the console. But he was in. Avonlea and Dylan made sure he was correctly positioned with some sort of seatbelt. It was crossed over very oddly to attempt to not hurt poor Dylan. But, that was a very difficult task.
"Where are your keys? I promise I can drive." Although he was reluctant, and not very trusting of this idea, his hand pointed towards his backpack still laying on the ground. Avonlea teasingly gave him a thumbs up before going in his backpack and finding his keys. "Bingo!" She cheered once she found sight of the glimmering metal. Dylan had to admit, that was pretty cute. Though, with his injuries and everything else going on, he couldn't find it in himself to smile.
Avonlea climbed into the driver's seat of the car, put the keys in the ignition and drove out of the school parking lot. Perfect timing. Other cars were just starting to pull into the parking lot. Avonlea began driving to her house, constantly glancing over at Dylan to make sure he was safe and sound. Her mind was begging her to ask what had happened to him. To ask who had done that to him. But, she knew better. She knew he was in a difficult situation right now, and she didn't want to make that any worse.
After a bit, they pulled into her driveway. Lucky for them, her mother nor her brother was home. Her mother went to work, and her brother went to school. Her brother was in college, which is why they didn't go to school together. Using as much strength as they both could, they, more or less, dragged Dylan inside of the house and had him flop against the couch. There was no way they would attempt to get Dylan up those stairs and into Avonlea's room. That would just be too much.
After both taking a few deep inhales to catch their breath, Dylan got as comfortable as he could on the couch and closed his eyes, that's when Avonlea decided to speak up. "My mother is a part time nurse, I've picked up a thing or two from her. Mind if I look at you?" Dylan almost didn't hear her. He was too focused on his breathing. He had to remember to inhale, to exhale. Or he might not have.
"Yeah. Go ahead." That was the first time he had spoken. This made Avonlea smile. She nodded her head and went into the kitchen to grab everything she thought she would need. Obviously it was pretty bad, so she grabbed disinfectant, a lot of rags, and some bandages. Dumping everything she needed onto the table, she turned back towards him. Avonlea's hand rested on the hem of Dylan's shirt, her eyes looking to him to make sure it was okay. Dylan, understanding, nodded his head. His shirt was soon by his neck. A soft gasp was heard to his left. Dylan always made sure to try to not look at what he looks like. It would break him. His eyes stayed closed, hoping she would do what she needed to.
Avonlea picked up on what he wanted quickly. Biting down on her lower lip, she began to bandage him up and clean his wounds. Not a single wince was heard from Dylan. Was he used to this?
After maybe half an hour, Avonlea finished up. "There! I'm a miracle worker." Avonlea spoke. This made Dylan smile.