Jessica and I pushed our way outside and through the crowd that had gathered in a loose circle. When we finally got to the front, I stopped dead in my track.

Bran looked to be close to foaming as he launched himself at Harry, the shouts and jeers of students almost deafening. Harry kept sidestepping and dodging as London tried to shout her way to Bran, probably to explain. It was so loud but I began to wonder if that was the students. Or was that the impact of what was happening in front of me.

My friends and people they knew stood along the front, watching. I saw West and his soccer friends, Jessica and her friends, as well as our group but no one seemed to be jumping in. I grabbed Annabeth to get her attention.

"Shouldn't we do something?" I shouted into her ear but she didn't take her eyes off the fight.

"Relax! Harry's got it under control. We just have to wait until Bran has calmed down!" She explained and I saw that she was right.

Bran was lunging and being pushed back. Harry seemed to be moving oddly, keeping himself between Bran and London. He also seemed to be shouting at London too, promising not to rough him up if she stayed back.

"You knew I liked her!" Bran howled as he threw a punch which Harry narrowly dodged, grabbing his arm and pushing his face so he couldn't do anything else but scream. "What kind of friend are you? Trying to steal her away from me!"

"Bran please!" London cried as he thrashed. Harry used his restraining technique to push him to the ground where he planted a foot in Bran's back, sending him rolling. "Harry! You said you wouldn't hurt him."

Harry, who was now talking more than the entire time I'd known him, turned to London. "I'm trying London but-"

It was a mistake. Bran had recovered quickly, probably because Harry wasn't trying to hurt him. He sprung up and sprinted, tackling a Harry that was busy assuring London. My eyes widened as they both fell and Harry's head knocked against the stone bench. A sickening crack rang out, piercing through all the noise.

The silent world rang in my ears as Annabeth and West rushed forward, almost in slow-mo. Bran stared with a horrifying expression, stuck on top of Harry. London shoved him off and screamed Harry's name over and over, tears streaming. The sound was weird, echoing almost like we were in a dream.

West and Annabeth finally arrived as if they'd ran across the school's field and not just a few feet away. West immediately jumped Bran and dragged him away who was too busy gawking at what he'd done. Annabeth rushed to Harry's side and shouted his name over and over too. Even from where I was standing I could see his eyes were closed. He was so still.

Annabeth furiously brushed his long blonde hair out of his face as if it would help. Her hand went to the back of his head, probably to lift it, but she paused. When she drew her hand back, her fingertips were tainted red. She pressed her forehead against his as tears fell onto his face, begging him to wake up.

He eyes snapped open. Dread settled deep within me. His eyes were the same. Devoid of light. His expression was nothing. Emotionless.

Annabeth began to smile but it was too soon. Harry sat up, shrugging her off. He stood, throwing his jacket like it was suffocating him. His arms were bigger than I expected. His shoulders wider and well defined.

His eyes locked on Bran. No expression. The silence had moved from my ears into reality yet there was still a ringing. In a blink, Harry's hand wrapped around Bran's throat. He let loose a shout as he pushed him back, slamming him into a glass pane.

Cracks spread from behind Bran. His feet dangled in the air. Harry's grip tightened as he fought back. His expression was fierce, hell-bent.

West grabbed the arm choking Bran in an attempt to pull it away. His teammates rushed forward to grab a limb of their own but it was no use. Four v one was not enough.

"Let go, Harry!" West shouted as he pulled.

"What have you been eating man?" One of his teammates wheezed as he struggled. They all struggled.

Bran clawed at the arm that choked him, scrapping away at Harry's skin. His face turned crimson as his hand shot out, grabbing a shard of glass and plunging it in Harry's arm. But Harry didn't move.

Everyone's eyes widened even more as they watched the blood stream from the wound. Yet Harry didn't do anything. He didn't flinch. He didn't lesson his grip. Bran gawked at the lack of anything.

"Get him off!" Some adult yelled. Probably security but with four fit jocks pulling, there wasn't much they could do.

Someone flashed by. Annabeth jumped and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck.

"Harry, please!" She begged, her jet black hair flying wildly in the wind.

"He needs to be stopped." Harry spoke calmly, his eyes not leaving Bran. It was almost like he wasn't even present.

Annabeth looked between Bran and Harry. "Harry, we're okay now. You stopped them. It's done now."

One. Two. It seemed so long before Harry's hand left Bran who crashed to floor, wheezing and hyperventilating. Harry stepped back, making everyone who was clinging to him stumble and fall. It wasn't just them too, with almost every person present subconsciously taking a step back.

"Bind his hands! Quick!" Mr Victor yelled out of nowhere. London quickly shrugged off her sweater which West grabbed and tied around Harry's hands.

Mr Victor rushed forward. "Is Bran okay?"

One of the teammates answered. "He seems fine but... I don't know."

Mr Victor accessed Bran and Harry with his eyes. "It looks like he's worse so we'll have to prioritize him. Give me something thin to wrap around that wound!"

Annabeth shimmied and eventually pulled her white t-shirt from underneath her hoodie. Mr Victor took it and tore a piece off, tying it around the wound in Harry's arm. Harry slowly kneeled down, hanging his head.

"What happened?" Mr Victor asked Annabeth, both watching Harry.

"He knocked his head and just..." She answered softly but gestured to the massive cracked pane of glass that loomed over them.

Our teacher turned his eyes to Harry's head and gritted his teeth. "West. Know that table with the loose top in the corner? You and your team go fetch it. We'll move Harry closer to the entrance for the ambulance."

Distant sirens rang as everyone stayed and watched. The wind was picking up, adding to the dread of the situation.

"I just wanted to protect them, Chief." Harry's voice was broken, a tear falling from his left eye. The sight made a lot of people look away or cover their mouths in sadness. "I had no choice."

Annabeth looked like she was about to start crying all over again but she bit her lip hard as if to hold it all back. "You did well but it's over now. It's... It's over now."

The crowd parted to let the boys carrying the top of a table through. Mr Victor quickly untied Harry's hands and slowly lowered him on the table. The teacher used the same sweater to secure his head as the sirens blared from in front of the school.

"Make sure Bran gets some help too."

Annabeth

The boys carried him to where the red and white ambulance was waiting. Jude, one of the paramedics, swung the doors open. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the injured student as she and her partner pulled out the gurney.

"What happened?" She immediately asked as she and Xavier went about their medical examination or whatever they do on those shows. My eyes didn't leave Harry who was staring uninterested up at the sky.

"He knocked his head and started acting oddly. He got stabbed in the arm too." Mr Victor explained, keeping his distance as he watched. "We secured his head in case it was bleeding as well as his arm."

"We'll treat his arm on the way and do a head injury evaluation as well." Rude decided and Xavier nodded in agreement. He helped her slide the gurney back into the ambulance and ran to the side. "Another unit is on the way for the other kid."

Mr Victor nodded and then turned to me. "Go with them and answer any questions. I'll call your parents."

Before I could even respond, he turned and galloped back to the place where it all started. Jude quickly grabbed my hand when she saw I wasn't moving and hauled me in the back. We were on our way.

Immediately, Jude asked. "Okay, so tell us exactly what happened. As in all the details."

I had the pleasure of seeing Jude more often these last few weeks than I would care to admit. She had been the responding paramedic on duty that night and we had spoken a lot about it. Besides that though, it was a small town thing. Everyone knew everyone and they knew that a fight meant a fight between two people they knew of. I didn't blame them though. Come evening I'm sure everyone would know already.

"Bran was jealous of Harry and confronted him." I began but it was rather easy since I was replaying everything in my mind. What I could've done differently... "Harry got distracted by London and-"

I winced as the sound replayed, clear as ever as if on a theater system. Jude noticed and grimaced. I continued.

"-and Bran tackled him. Harry knocked his head but... But when he got up he was different. He actually fought Bran a-and he called me Chief Naomi."

Jude nodded while checking Harry. "Did he lose consciousness?"

I nodded, remembering how I screamed his name over and over. "It could've been a few seconds or few minutes, I'm sorry."

Jude shook her head. "It's okay, it's not your fault. Physically, besides the stab wound, his fine and I know what Harry's been through. Since his head isn't bleeding anymore I don't think it's a skull fracture but that loss of consciousness might have caused post-traumatic amnesia. He may have a concussion. "

"We're a few minutes out, he should be fine." Xavier chimed as he drove. He risked a glance behind him. "Still, can't believe Bran would try something like that. Harry's almost twice the size he was last time he was in this ambulance."

Something squeezed my hand. I looked down to find Harry's hand holding mine. Up until then I had been the one holding his but even with his state, he held mine.

"I'm not going anywhere." I promised as I held back tears but he didn't respond.

Doctor Megan met us in the emergency ward. The hospital was comprised of three floors: the emergency ward, the general ward where patients stayed after treatment and the VIP ward where long term care was exhibited.

Megan listened to Jude's report as they wheeled Harry away. "You'll have to stay here, Annabeth. I'll let you know if anything happens."

For the first few minutes I sat with my eyes closed, trying to regain my breath but everytime something broke my concentration. Harry breaking that window with Bran's body. Harry knocking his head. Harry crying.

Finally, my phone rang. I wasn't sure who I was expecting but I was happy to see it was my father.

"Hey babygirl," He immediately greeted in that soothing, phone voice. ", I heard. How are you?"

"I'm scared, Dad." I bit my lip in an attempt to hide the quiver in my voice. "They say he could have an concussion."

"I'm sorry baby. I'll be down there now. I'm just gonna phone his father first. Poor man." My dad promised. I had almost forgotten all the drama that ensued the entire Malakai family.

Poor man, indeed.