<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">as the blonde was shoved aside, he stumbled on his feet, falling back on his rear, and cried out as his tailbone hit the grass. he watched everything in horror, his sky blue eyes widening and his lips making an 'o' of terror and surprise. he gasped as the bullet sank into his protector's shoulder, and suddenly, the assailant gasped and turned, running off. <br/>
everything was quiet, and the blonde stood shakily, turning to his savior. <b>"t- thank you... you're hurt. let me see your shoulder." </b>he silently looked over the wound. thankfully, the bullet had went through, instead of being lodged in there, so there was no need to dig for it. he shuddered slightly at the thought. he tore off the bottom of his t-shirt, wrapping it around the older boy's bleeding shoulder, all the while wondering what had scared the gunman off.</span></span>​</div>