He sat down against a tree suddenly, and shoved his hands over his ears again, grimacing. There was more blood running down his neck and through his hands.. I didn’t know what to do.

I hadn’t the faintest idea of what was hurting him so much.

I mean, I knew I had to get help, but I didn’t know if I should have stayed with him or started running towards the bus. He barely made any noise, but he was in pain.

His eyes darted around, unfocused, then stared blankly ahead of him. He blinked rapidly, tears falling down his face, and his eyes had the appearance of frosty glass.

His hands fell down to the ground, and I picked up one of them with mine.

I screamed out, “Help! I need help! Someone call an ambulance!”

The only people that even had the slightest chance of hearing me would’ve been the people on the bus.

Then, I was being pulled away from him. “What are you thinking? You can’t just shout out like that! You’re going to get us all killed!” said the woman from the bus.