Third person POV:

Antonio stretched, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Gilbert and Francis stood next to him, panting heavily. All there teens were wearing the soccer uniform. Feliancio and Lovino were kicking a ball around together, Ludwig and Andres were stretching, Flávio was complaining about the uniforms to Luciano and Luciano was trying to murder Lutz with a soccer ball.

"I'm going to go get a drink. You coming amigo's?" Antonio asked, turning to face Gilbert and Francis.

"Vaaaaaay ahead of jou!" Gilbert said, running towards the school.

"Oh hon hon hon! Who ever gets there first wins!" Francis yelled, racing after Gilbert.

"No fair! You guys got a head start!" Antonio yelled.

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Once they reached the school they headed towards the closest water fountain.

"The avesome me vill go first." Gilbert announced, bending down to reach the fountain. Francis and Antonio snickered and pushed his face down into the water, making water get up his nose. "Gah! So unavesome!" Gilbert cried, backing away from the fountain to clean his face of the cold water.

"My turn~" Francis said, taking Gilbert's place.

"Hold her still!" Gilbert looked around in confusion.

"Did jou hear that?" He asked.

"Hear what?" Antonio asked.

"That f**king hurt you b**ch!" Another voice cried.

"Oh. That." Antonio muttered. "I wonder what's going on..."

"Let's go check it out! A pretty lady could need our help~" Francis exclaimed, walking in the direction of the yelling. Antonio and Gilbert trailed after him, determined looks on their faces. The three wandered around the halls until they found the basketball team pinning someone to the wall. Three of the members were knocked out and bloodied on the floor. The ones still standing were shaking slightly and had a couple of bloodied marks on their bodies. The girl they were holding up was drenched in blood, her hair hanging in front of their eyes. The leader on the basketball team punched the girl, stomach, causing her to cough up more blood.

"Anything else you want to f**king say to me?" He asked. The girl looked up, a smirk making its way to her face.

"I'm sorry about what I said before. You'll be going to a place worse then hell!" The girl stated. The basketball leader fumed, punching her again.

"Say it again b**ch! I dare you!"

"Hard of hearing dumba**? I said you'll be going somewhere worse then hell!" The girl announced loudly. The leader punched her again.

By this time, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis were shaking in rage. They stormed towards the team angirly. Gilbert tapped the leader's shoulder. The leader turned around and Gilbert punched his face.

"What the f*** is wrong with you dude?!" The leader asked, holding his nose.

"That is not how to treat a lady." Francis stated.

"F*** off! This doesn't concern you!" One of the team members said, shoving Francis back. Antonio shoved the teen who shaved Francis.

"It does if you're going to be hurting our friend." Antonio stated.

"Friends? You really think this b**ch is capable of being friends with someone?"

"Has she payed ya to stick up for her?" Two basketball jocks asked.

"Of course she hasn't! She hasn't got any money!"

"So she's opened her leg-" One began before Antonio punched his face.

"Shut up." He growled.

"Make me boy." The leader said. Antonio, Gilbert and Francis jumped at the team. (Y/n) got free and knocked another basketball member to the floor.

"F*** off you ba***rds!" (Y/n) yelled, punching another team member. One of the teens snuck behind (Y/n) and smashed his backpack over her head. (Y/n)'s vision blurred and darkened around the edges for a moment as she fell to her knees.

"F**king hell..." She muttered before collapsing to the ground.

"(Y/n)!" The three yelled.

"Oh look. Hopefully she'll just die." The leader said, laughing. "It'll be better off for the world that way." Gilbert, Antonio and Francis looked over at the leader. The rest of the team were on the floor, passed out and bleeding. The three had a bit of blood on their uniforms and dark expressions on their faces.

"Jou take that back, ba***rd." Gilbert growled. Antonio and Francis held the leader in place, their grips stopping circulation to his hands.

"Never. She's just a worthless piece of s*** that needs to be put in her place." The leader stated. Gilbert narrowed his eyes at the leader before knocking him out. Antonio and Francis threw him on the top unconcious pile of bodies before rushing to (Y/n)'s side.

"S**t!!! Vhat do ve do?!" Gilbert asked. Antonio picked (Y/n) up bridle style.

"Take her to the hospital! What else would we do?" Antonio asked.

"No.... No hosp.... Pital...." (Y/n) murmured, trying to open her eyes.

"Stay still (Y/n). We need to tend to your wounds before you die from blood loss." Francis stated.

"N-No..... Hospital..... Please...." (Y/n) mumbled again.

"Shhh chica. We won't take you to the hospital." Antonio whispered, readjusting her body in his arms.

"Soccer practice is over. We can take her to your house, Antonio." Francis said.

"Vhy Toni's house?" Gilbert asked.

"It's the closest one to the school." Francis stated.

"Ve all live on the same street." Gilbert pointed out. Francis raised an eyebrow, making Gilbert put his hands up in defense. "Alright. Alright. Ve'll take her to Toni's house. Mien gott." Gilbert grumbled.

"Hurry up amigo's! Bleeding chica on hand!" Antonio reminded.

"Oh yeah! Let's go!" Gilbert yelled, running out of the school.

"So forgetful..." Francis said, chuckling as he ran after Gilbert. Antonio placed a kiss on (Y/n)'s forehead before running after the two.

"We won't let you die a second time chica. Promise." 

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Once the three got to Antonio's house, they cleared off the kitchen table and layed her down on it. Andres walked into the kitchen and narrowed his eyes at the three 1p's before noticing the bleeding (Y/n). He paused for a moment, noticing the panic in everyone's eyes before picking up his cell phone.

"I'll call Gillian." Andres said before walking out of the room. 

"Let's start taking off her uniform. See vhat ve're dealing vith." Gilbert said. Antonio and Francis nodded in agreement. They pried the jacket off (Y/n)'s arms, wincing every time she groaned. Antonio tossed the bloodied jacket onto a kitchen chair as Gilbert began undoing the buttons on her button up shirt. Francis had decided to inform Arthur about what happened, in hopes for him to tell Alistor.

Once Gilbert got her shirt off, Andres walked back into the room and a quiet knock came from the front door.

"Gillian's here so back the f*** up." Andres stated, opening the front door. Gillian walked in nervously, carrying a first aid kit. Antonio and Gilbert stepped out of the way as Gillian began to work. He quickly cleaned all the blood from her skin, revealing all the purple and blue bruises.

"I need to access her back... Can jou hold her up for me please?" Gillian asked. Gilbert nodded and gently picked (Y/n)'s front up so she was sitting on the table. Gillian winced once he got a look at her back. The bloodied bandages they cut away to access the front were soaked in blood and hiding large, bloody slashes on her back. Gillian quickly cleaned up the blood, disinfected the gashes and re wrapped her wounds.

"Jou can set her back dovn nov Gilbert." Gillian said. Gilbert placed (Y/n) back down on the table. "I'll tend to her head first. Then check her legs to make sure there is no bleeding there." Gillian mumbled to himself, wrapping the gash on (Y/n)'s head. (Y/n) groaned again but didn't move.