My bike tore out of the gate, my tires squealing like demons escaping from hell as I made a sharp right to exit the school's parking lot.

My mind became sharp and it was controlling my body without my consent, I no longer had a say in what I was going to do next. My brain had flipped its internal emergency switch and my body had no choice but to comply.

The wind was whirring in my ear at an alarming volume; I knew at this point laws were no longer my concern.

Or at least not my mind's problem, I managed to grasp a coherent thought in all the chaos that was cluttering my self-conscious.

My tires screeched viciously against the asphalt once again as I banked sharply to the left; making the final turn before I made my way to the garage. My head was filled with the sound of my own blood pounding against my ear drums, my throat filled with the feeling that I might vomit, and my mouth was filled with the familiar iron taste of blood. I then realized that in my panic I had been biting my cheek in a feeble attempt to seize mental stability and then I realized that my thoughtless attempts had once again been in vain.

After what felt like so many agonizing hours I saw the garage. The usually melancholy grey concrete building then seemed like it was the brightest thing I had ever laid eyes on. I couldn't help but get caught in an internal conflict between whether I was happy Ishimaru could now get help or the paralyzing fear that now I could know that something was actually incredibly wrong with him and if I fucked up spectacularly by avoiding the hospital.

The happiness I had when my eyes had gained soleus in the sight of where this boy could get help had now vanished and the feeling of urgency forced itself back into my chest. I pulled back harder on the handle to speed up my bike even further.

It took less than two minutes to travel the few blocks down the road to get to the garage. Most of the other members of my gang were much older than I so many of them worked to earn money doing what they loved, and even though I was the leader it was impossible for me to be on top of this particular situation and one of the specialists in the shop was teaching me this and that about working and personalizing mechanics.

I skidded into the driveway of the building, taking extreme caution to hold on tight to Ishimaru so he didn't fall on the sudden stop. I twisted my body and threw my arm around his shoulder, pressing him tightly to my side. When we had stopped completely I forced down my kickstand as hard and as rapidly as I could have possibly managed. After I had made sure Ishimaru had enough strength to hold himself up I sped over to the building and banged on the huge aluminum doors until someone opened them up.

Finally one of the workers opened the door, "Mondo! You're late here today, someth-" He spoke cheerily and jokingly until he took the time to notice the remaining scabs and patches of marooned and crusted blood on my face. He quickly looked me up and down; the man most certainly took note of the massive amount of blood that had coagulated on the front of my shirt and on the sleeves of my jacket.

"Are you okay? Did you get in a fight? Is everyone else okay?" He fired questions at me in rapid succession. "Is anything broken? Do you need st-"

I had to cut him off, whether I needed attention or not, Ishimaru needed help much more than I did. "Will ya stop talkin' for a second?" I basically yelled at him. My anger, fear, and frustration had turned onto the only one around to help me at that moment. "Worry about me later," I softened my voice, "Help me with this boy, dammit." I commanded motioning at the boy in the white uniform who was taking the moment to try and regain strength by leaning on my handle bars again.

The man froze when he saw Ishimaru sitting on my bike, the seat now peppered with drops of blood as the boy's wounds were almost closing but hadn't quite stopped bleeding yet. The uniform had went from the perfectly pristine white standard issue color, to cherry red, and now to a depressing maroon that seemed more frightening than when he was bleeding. I ran over to him and Ishimaru attempted to use me as a balance to stand, all in vain though because I wouldn't let him even get as far as pushing himself up. I swiftly moved my arms underneath him and picked him up the same way I had before.

"Don't stand there with your head in your ass, go tell the others!" I yelled at the employee whose name had slipped my mind in the middle of my mental warfare.

The man who was standing at the door dashed inside and I could hear his panicked voice alerting everyone inside of what was going on. I pulled Ishimaru as close to my chest as I could and began to half-jog inside. I was making my best attempt to not jar his body too much while still attempting to stay at top speed without making any rough movements.

Just like the garage had seemed before, the front door of the building seemed too far away and it felt as though I would never reach my destination. It just appeared to me like the closer I got the harder it was for me to finish the mission I had set myself up to do.

I have to do this, I have to make it. I have to help Ishimaru, and at this point it was finally confirmed in my mind. It was finally apparent why I was forcing my burning body to help this boy. I was sure now, I'd but myself through pain and forced my scorching body to endure all of this because now I was positive of it. I had fallen in love with the boy who had seemed so different from me.

My heart had resided with the boy in the white uniform.