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James let his hands fall to his sides as Tori pulled away from him, the side of his lips twitching up into a small smile. He rolled his eyes nervously as Tori spoke, listening to her for a moment before deliberating what to reply with and how he should say his words.

"Please, don't." He practically begged quietly, looking around for a moment to see if anyone had noticed that he was actually being....*gulps* nice. "You can't say anything. Please, Tori. Promise me you won't." He said, reaching forward to take her hand and squeeze it gently.

Grimacing, the son of Ares turned at the sound of Taylor's voice, finding him with four other jackasses. James gulped before gritting his teeth, clenching his hands into fists as he listened to Tori and Taylor shoot disses at each-other. Earlier he had wished that Tori had helped him in the fight. Right now, he wished that she was anywhere else but here. He never wanted her to get hurt.

Wait! Was James falling for Tori? Psh, no...

"Aw, you've got your boyfriends to join you?" James mocked, making Taylor go a bright red in anger. "How sweet." Taylor stepped forward then, and James did the same, about to punch the blond haired guy when on of his friends grabbed James in a headlock from behind, making James incapable of movement.

"Dude, this is going to be fun." One of Taylor's friends sneered, punching James hard around the face and James couldn't even react back. All the other guys looked like they wanted to beat the crap out of James when someone punched Taylor from behind James, breaking Taylor's nose. The guy behind James suddenly was off him, and James turned to punch the new found person, only to find it was his amigo; Keller who was looking so happy that he was taking part in a fight.

"What do you think you're doing, stupid?" Keller yelled at Taylor, obviously not knowing what the hell was going on. James kicked out with his foot, hitting the on the guys in the stomach but was pushed backwards abruptly, forcing him to fall onto Tori and send them both on the sand.

You wouldn't believe how much Keller had missed fighting. He had been trying to stay away from all violence for two very important reason; to please Chiron and his girlfriend. It missed it so much, and the closest to fightimg he was allowed was sparing with his siblings in the arena, and even that was pathetic.

That's why Keller had jumped at the chance to help his friend.

Knocking out one of the guys by banging a rock on their head, Keller reached down and grabbed James' arm, pulling him back up at his feet. "C'mon, bro. Your getting your ass kicked by just lying there." Keller smirked as James laughed, oblivious to the fact that a switch lade was heading their way. Keller see it too late, and had pulled James up Into the blades aim accidentaly.

James could only watch with terror as Tori jumped infront of his, taking the blade herself. "Tori!" He gasped, catching her as she started to slip to the ground, pulling her onto his lap on the sand.

Keller kicked out, knocking the blade from the slightly shorter Demigod's hand before kneeing him in the balls, pushing him away. With at least two of the thugs knocked out, one writhing in pain, one with a broken nose and the last looking like he wanted his mommy, Taylor finally seemed to get the picture and took off down the beach with the other guy.

Keller turned, running two large shaky hands through his hair. Crap, this was all his fault. He watched as James started patting Tori's face, looking like he as about to cry. Whoa, he really cares about her. "Tori. You're an idiot. You should have let me get hurt." James told her as he looked down at her, his voise shaking.

Whilst the Idea was fresh in his mind, Keller broke unto a sprint away from the two, In the direction if the infirmary. Oh Gods, Keller hated this place. He had a fear of Doctors in general, really. Oh, just man up, He thought to himself, hoping that Tori and James were okay back on the beach.

James didn't laugh, even though under other circumstances he would've found it amusing. Instead, he ignored the other boy rolling around on the sand in pain and brushed Tori's sweaty hair from her face and behind her ear, his bottom lip quivering. Gods, he felt like he was going to cry. What a loser.

"This is feeling so cliche right now. Catching you in my arms. Yelling at you to stay awake." He frowned, his blue eyes now turning an aqua shade as he tried to think. He risked a look at Tori's wound and winced, looking away again quickly to her dark eyes, not being able to look at it for any longer. "You're an idiot though. My best friend is an idiot." He joked, trying not to be sick.

About four minutes later, Keller came skidding to a stop on the sand next to them both, falling to his knees and like, covered in sweat. James scrunched up his nose, taking to bag from Keller quickly as he listened to Keller gasp his next words; "Man...I hate the infirmary."

Rolling his eyes as he knew how much Keller was secretly scared of that place, he pulled a square of ambrosia from the bag, shoving it inside Tori's mouth before she could protest. "Shall we get you to the infirmary?" He asked her, frowning. He knew that it was the right thing to do, but she was stubborn and would most likely protest, and he needed Keller to help carry her and right now, his older friend looked like he was about to, well, have an emotional break-down if he went anywhere near that place again.

Raising his eyebrows as he watched Tori swallow the ambrosia, he sat her up slightly but kept her on his lap, still concerned. James heard Keller cuss colourfully when he suggested that they take her to the infirmary and smiled briefly with delight when she chose against it.

"Alright. I think you should though." James told her slowly, watching her with his piercing eyes which were quietly begging her to go with him to the infirmary. He needed to make sure that she was okay and safe. He wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't. James hadn't cared about someone this much for a long time, although he tried to hide it.

Taking a deep breath, James pulled the hem of Tori's blood-stained dark tank-top up just enough so he could see the wound, and he suddenly felt even more sick. Great, now he was covered in her blood. Wonderful. Brilliant. James shrugged off this minor fact, quickly pulling his hoodie off of him, pulling it over Tori's head; he didn't want her to go around with that wound visible.

"Keller, man, I'm beat. You couldn't do me one last favour, could you?" James asked, looking away from Tori quickly so he wouldn't have to see her reaction. "What is it?" He asked, knowing anyway. "She needs to see the Apollo kids, 'cuz It looks bad, man. Very bad. Help me carry her, will you?" He asked, knowing that Tori would kick up a fuss.

Sighing, James took her hand and squeezed it comforting, trying to reassure him as much as he was Tori. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder for a second before lifting her up, Keller taking her hand and balancing her on her feet as James stood up.

Pulling her arm over his shoulder, resting his hand on her good waist to keep her into his side and he grunted, sweat lining his brow and matting his light brown hair, darkening It. He was very concerned for Tori's safety; probably even more than his own. She was a good frien, If not his closest, qnd it had been his fauot In the first place. that she would come to fatal harm.

"I'm really sorry." James whispered as he started to walk with her, half carrying her. Keller took her arm on the otherside, pulling It over his shoulders yet having to crouch down slightly due to his height.

James shuffled forward with the victim and his assistant, trying to make sure that Tori was as comfortable as possible, yet It was obvious that she was In quite a bit of pain. He lifted more of her weight up, trying to make sure she wasn't in more pain than necessary.

"Not it is my fault. I shouldn't have...I don't know. Flirted with that girl, I guess. I just wanted to do....I don't even know how or why I chose to do It." sighed and he watched Keller laugh lightly from the otherside of Tori, looking uneast however considering that they were drawing closer to the Infirimary.

People were staring at them, and James wasn't enjoying the feeling. Not one bit. He cussed as most of them, scaring them off with his scary attitude. His mains prioroty, however,was getting Tori to the Infirmary, as he let himself be oushed through pain and ache just to get her there.

If it had been someone else saying that to James, he would have probably glared at them. But this was Tori, so he just laughed, rolling his eyes somewhat. "I was, wasn't I? Or pretty close to it, I guess." He grinned.

"This is why you're always at the infirmary; 'cuz you can't keep you hands of women." Keller teased, also seeming like he wished to lighten the mood that had descended on them. James rolled his eyes again, not believing that they were all ganging up on him, even though they were joking.

James looked over at Tori, knowing that she was In a lot of pain and the pace she was travelling at was agonizing. He was practically carrying all he weight anyway, and he had the strength to carry her completely. Not saying anything or making any attempt of warning her of his plans, James scooped her up completely in his arms, fussing internally. It wasn't painful for him; just uncomfortable. He smiled at Tori, sweat lining his body and making his hair stick to his head. Keller, whowas now doing nothing, mumbled; "I can't...I-I have to go." Before turnimg on his heels and heading for what seemed to be a random direction to the Demigod.

People were still staring at Tori, even more so as he was carrying her. It didn't bother James, but he could tell it did Tori. He cursed at some of them before pulling Tori close to his chest so he was able to whisper in her ear, "Ignore them, babe. Don't let them bother you."

Laughing lightly, James knew that Tori would have protesting into being carried. He didn't put her down though; if anything, he tightened his grip on her. "If I can't have this moment where I'm the knight in shining armour, when else can I be it?" He joked, although the real reason for him carrying her was just because he didn't want her to be put in pain.

It was a good thing that Tori was light, or else he would be complaining about having to carry her around. Honestly, he thought it felt right...although If he ever thought that again, he would punch somebody. As they walked, James' blue eyes went from the building that was coming closer to them to Tori's face, watching her as she looked deep in thought. With a frown, he asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

Soon they were at the infirmary, and James continued to carry Tori through the doors, past the Apollo Demigod's at the door and straight over to one of the bed's without hesitation. He set her down lightly, taking a deep breath before sitting down on the empty bed next to it. He looked down at his hands, finding them sticky with Tori's blood.

Looking up as a few Apollo kids came over, James hopped off the bed, making a gesture that he was going to the bathroom before heading off quickly.

Splashing water over his face, James scrubbed his hand violently.so they were clean before drying them on the back of his shorts. Running husbands through his wet and messy brown hair, he let it fall into his eyes. Halfway through washing his hands, he heard a scream that cound only be Tori.

Faster then he ever had in his life, James burst out of the bathroom and spirited to where Tori had been put by him, only to see the other Dekigods shoving a needle into her. Grabbing the nearest from the back of their shirt, he pulled the nearest one back and away from her, trapping him against the wall. "What the hell do you think you're doing to her?!" James yelled.

Being pulled back quickly by another Apollo kid and being pushed on the bed next to Tori's, they finally told him what was going on. "Your girlfriend needs to go into surgery," The one with needle told him, not giving James a chance to correct them with the whole 'girlfriend' thing. "To get the tip of the knife out."

Folding his arms across his bare chest, James watched as Tori went still, biting his lip and nodding. It wasn't as if he would be able to stop them from getting her into surgery. "What am I meant to do? Just wait while you're cutting her freaking open?" He growled, knowing for a fact that he want going to leave her.

"Look, just take a nap or something. That bed is free." One kid told him, pointing the bed James was sitting on before they started to move Tori away into somewhere else in the building. Cussing, the son of Ares laid down on his stock, letting his right arm dangle off the edge of the bed, wondering how long he would have to wait.

"Yo! Dude, wake up!" Someone exclaimed next to James' ear, waking him from his slumber. He groaned, rolling so his head was pressed into the pillow as ge hoped that his brother would away. Well, that was until the kid said something about Tori. James sat up after then he had in his life, wiping the drool from his chin with the back of his hand. The Demigod quickly gave James the room number before leaving.

With no hesitation, James set off in a jog towards where the room must be before getting lost and having to ask a girl for directions. They were shown to him quickly and soon his hand was on the handle of Tori's door, taking a deep breath and opening It, scared of what he would see.

What he did find though was Tori sporting bandages from her waist to ribs. James quickly sat down In the chair next to her, taking her hand and squeezing it comfortingly, for him and not just her. Practically blind from not being able to see past his brown hair that had fallen in front of his blue eyes, James kept his gaze on Tori's, seeing that she looked upset and angry.

"Whats wrong, babe?" Hey asked, his voice husky and hoarse.

James bit his lip, feeling somewhat responsible for what was happening. Okay, fine, it was all his fault. He accepted full blame, and he knew that without a moments hesitation, he would swap places with Tori if he could. But he couldn't so...there was no point even trying to go down the long and winding road of 'what if'.

Leaning forward so he was still holding her hand with his elbows rested upon both knees, James looked at Tori's bandages as if he was deep in thought, guilt writted along his features. He couldn't stop himself from expressing how he felt when she was around. More so then anyone else. He thought this was because they were both close; best friends....boy, was he wrong. His mind wouldn't accept the idea or possibility yet but Gods, James was in love with this girl. But, being James, he ignored what was right before him and chased after girls hat he could never have.

"Why are you going to be alone?" James asked Tori, confusion plaguing his voice, expression and mind. Looking through his sweaty, messy hair, a frown was just visible above James' ice blue eyed. "You know I'm going to be staying here with you, dont you?" He thought that his Ideas had been obvious.