<span style="font-style: italic">Natash looks at Rose. Listening to her and frowns. "What do you mean he was trying to help you?" She forgot about her question as she helped her friend to lay down. "You should rest. I'll tell your teachers you are sick." She says softly. Walking out and only slightly feeling bad for what she had done to Dustin.</span><br/><br/>Dustin had just stayed by the creek. Watching the blood as it trailed out of his left arm. Watching it meet the creek. Knife cleaned off and hidden upon his person once more. No signs of any weapon that could have been used for hurting himself.<br/><br/>~LATER THAT DAY~<br/><br/>Dustin was swaying back and forth. The wound was no longer bleeding. To a point he was saddened because it meant the pain was going to go away. Taking with it the logical pain and replacing it with pain that made no sense. Maybe it wouldn't do so. It most likely wouldn't but it was what he feared anyways. He would wake but the pain wouldn't be there. He fell back in slow motion. Black sleeve covered the cut and the shadows hit the blood. The creek having washed away any blood from his skin yet the ground was still stained with a small amount of blood droplets. He lay upon the ground unconscious. Looking at peace and unafraid. His right arm lay in view. As she would near the trees she would see a familar long black sleeve and a hand in plain view. He was unconscious though from blood loss.