Taruru doubled over, leaning against the wall and panting heavily, desperately trying to get air in to his lungs. He was tired and the air just wasn't coming fast enough. His world was spinning and he knew if he didn't start taking some deep breaths he would likely pass out.

He bent over, pushing on his stomach a bit and forcing himself to cough. It was hard at first, but once he started, he just continued to hack and cough for a good few minutes. He coughed to the point of gagging and there were several times when Taruru honestly thought he was going to throw up.

"STUPID!"

"USELESS!"

"FISHFACE!"

Those hurtful words rang loudly in Taruru's head. He reached up, wiping his already watery eyes and let out a shaky chuckle. He knew he couldn't go back to class now. Not only would he get in some serious trouble for running out of the room in the middle of class, but he would have to face the jerks who broke him in the first place. He just couldn't deal with that right now. Instead he just slumped against the wall, skidding down until he was seated on the floor. He took some deep breaths and let them out slowly. He wiped his eyes, trying to dry his face in case anyone should come by and see him sitting there.

Now that the world was considerable less blurry, he could see the deep scratches and pieces of gravel embedded in his knees and shins. He didn't know how many times he had fallen in the courtyard while he had been running blindly. At least two or three times on to the small sharp rocks and now he couldn't get them out. His hands stung and bled just as much as he legs, but at least there was no gravel lodged in to his palms.

Honestly he didn't care about the pain, just about the names and words he had been insulted with before he ran out of class. They made the tears roll down his cheeks faster than any wounds did. He couldn't ignore them no matter how hard he tried. God did he try.

Taruru gingerly ran his fingers over his knees, wincing at the stinging even the slight constant produced. It was disgusting, probably filled with germs by now. It was going to get infected, he was going to loose his legs. Taruru was already beginning to panic and slip in to one of his germaphobic fits. He needed disinfectant and band-aids. He knew where to get them, the nurse of course. He just really didn't want to make his 3rd trip to the nurses office in the last two weeks. Pururu would be so disappointed in him.

In the end his paranoia won over and he pushed himself up, heading down the hall towards where he knew the medical bay was located. He could deal with a bit of prodding from Pururu. He could use someone to talk to anyway. Someone to make the hurt go away.

Alright. This is something i have been wanting to write for a while, but i have been putting it off in order to try and write State of Emergency. Well i have decided that i am going to put State of Emergency on hold until i get this done, cause i really wanna write this.

Sorry for any inconvenience.