The creases on Weeby's forehead were forming, while Marcell already looked exhausted. It felt like time was moving so slowly. Fortunately, good fortune was still on their side, the black dog belonging to the groundskeeper was no longer chasing them.
Marcell was getting slower pushing the cart, and a split second later he finally stopped for a moment. Wanting to metralkanize his breath so that he can walk normally again. While Weeby closed her eyes, she was now breathing freely.
"Do you want to go to the cafeteria?" asked Weeby, seeing Marcell who was exhausted like that made his caring soul flinch, especially Marcell who was still neutralizing his breath. It was enough to prove that the boy was lacking water.
"No, it's just stalling for time."
Weeby nodded in agreement, agreeing with Marcell's words. After three minutes of catching his breath, Marcell started to push Bumblebee again, but Weeby's next words made Marcell undo his intention to start pushing.
"I'll just get off, you seem tired."
Marcell smiled awkwardly, then said again, "no need," he replied quickly.
Before Weeby could argue again, Marcell was already pushing the cart. Weeby sighed briefly, following Marcell's orders.
One idea then just popped up in Marcell's brain, whenever it came to Weeby, his mind was always connected with pranks. Marcell then smiled wryly and cleared his throat briefly.
"Marcell, did the dog chase you again?" asked Weeby, her voice hoarse, not daring to look back, now she was too afraid of the dog chasing her again.
The cart he was now riding on was getting faster and faster, Weeby's legs felt weak, and she was so scared. Marcell also never responded to her words, making Weeby's fear level even higher.
"Marcell, why are you pushing the cart so hard? Is it true that the dog was chasing again?"
The question rolled out again, even being similar to Weeby's previous question. Still the same, Marcell chose to lock his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter because Weeby already looked very scared. Marcell also saw Weeby's back, which began to tremble.
The more time passed, the faster the wheels of the yellow cart turned. Up there, Weeby held her breath, doing so because she was too scared of this situation.
"Marcell, watch out for rocks!"
Weeby shouted loudly, her eyes were already bulging because she saw a large rock ahead that was three meters away.
Marcell immediately choked up, he did not see what Weeby saw, Weeby's back was one of the reasons, indeed, why Marcell did not see the road ahead. Marcell tried to brake by slowing down his footsteps, but this cart just kept going, dragging Marcell until he staggered forward.
Weeby screamed hysterically, closing her eyes so tightly that there was absolutely no courage to look at the situation in front of her when the distance of the cart that she was now riding on was already one meter away from the big rock.
A split second later, Weeby fell to the road as the cart hit her hard, while Marcell was immediately shocked to see Weeby, who was knocked down as a result of his actions.
Marcell's nosy attitude had led to a small accident like that, his intention to scare Weeby instead happened like this. Feeling sorry and guilty for Weeby, Marcell quickly approached the girl. squatting in front of Weeby, while holding her hand to help her get up from her fall.
"Weeby, are you okay?" asked Marcell worriedly, but Weeby ignored him, she just grimaced against the pain. And apparently, Weeby's knee was injured, oozing fresh blood from there. The longer it was left, the more Weeby wailed in pain.
She was too weak to even get up from her seat.
"Come on By, let's go to the infirmary now, you're hurt, your knee is bleeding."
Marcell was ready to carry Weeby to the infirmary, but the words of someone who entered his hearing made Marcell undo his intention. Looking back, Marcell was immediately surprised, Resti was already walking towards him.
"Don't help her, let her alone. God created legs for walking."
Resti said flatly while continuing to move forward, and Weeby did not want to reply to Resti's words. All she could think about now was enduring the pain in his knee.
"Resti, don't say that, haven't you seen Weeby's knee bleeding?"
"No way, you're my girlfriend and you have to obey, let's go to class right now."
Resti gritted her teeth, Marcell was confused now, he actually felt very sorry for Weeby, whose condition was not convincing, while on the other hand, Marcell did not want Resti to be angry with him.
"I'm going to class, but before that, I want to take Weeby to the school medical first, poor thing," Marcell replies, looking calmly at Resti, trying to make Resti melt and nod in agreement.
"No way, come on!" Resti urged Marcell further, while Marcell looked pityingly at Weeby. All in all, it was his fault.
Resti didn't want to give up, so this time she pushed Marcell to get out of Weeby's way. Marcell and Resti's departure was not a problem for Weeby, who this time focused all of her attention on the wound on her knee.
And Marcell prefers to follow Resti's request, even though he feels bad for Weeby. Marcell looked at Weeby regretfully, while Resti urged him to leave.
Not long after that, Erza suddenly came closer to Weeby. The boy saw Weeby's bleeding knee. Erza immediately took Weeby to the school medical clinic and treated the girl's knee.
"Does it still hurt?"
Weeby nodded weakly, looked at the wound once more, then looked up, staring at the boy in front of her silently. Normally, that boy would continue to pester her.
"Why did you fall all the way down? There's a garbage cart right there."
"Didn't you hear me in class? Mr. Subroto told me and Marcell to pick up trash in every class."
Erza only agreed with a brief nod of his head, what was now in his head was why Marcell had disappeared at a time like this. Wasn't the information he got from Weeby just now that Marcell and that girl were tasked with taking out the trash?
"So what's wrong with that rascal? He's already wrong, and he's running away anyway." Erza grumbled, then looked at Weeby with a fixed look on his face.
"Went with Resti."
Yes, that was all Weeby could say for now, she was telling the truth. But remembering the incident earlier, Weeby felt her heart ache, it hurt when Marcell went to follow Resti's wishes when it was clear that the boy had done something wrong.
"Alright, you want to go back to class?"
Erza had already moved the chair back, then he got up from there, and looked at Weeby for an answer.
"Yeah, I'm going to class, I don't feel like staying here for long, and if you leave, I won't have anyone to talk to," Weeby replied briefly, starting to slide her butt to the edge of the gurney.
"I'll call Uti here if you want."
"No, I'll just follow you back to class." Weeby began to lower her legs from the school medical mattress, then the pain in her knee slightly began to subside, and her expression changed to one of pain.
Erza immediately choked up, moved over to Weeby, and started helping the girl to walk. Erza knew, Weeby still couldn't walk properly, the wound was quite big, and she shouldn't be able to move much.
"You better stay here, you can't move much so that your leg heals quickly. Later, I'll call Uti or Netta and Kenya to come here to accompany you, will you?"
After thinking twice, Weeby finally agreed to Erza's proposal to stay in the school medical, lying on the gurney while staring at the school medical ceiling which was painted white.
Silence, Weeby was the only living being in this place, until the movement of her breathing in and out through her nostrils was heard by Weeby herself.
Then Erza, who had arrived in class, suddenly stepped straight towards his friend.
"Marcell!"
Marcell's gaze immediately shifted from Resti, and now his entire gaze was exposed to Erza, who was walking towards him. The boy's steps looked very hurried.
"What?"
Erza, who was standing nearby, made Marcell have to look up. Examining Erza's face, which looked very strange, you could say that the boy was angry with him.
"Where is Weeby now?" asked Erza, trying to provoke Marcell, he wanted to hear what answer Marcell would give.
Not immediately responding, Marcell chose to look away, trying to rack his brain for an answer. A split second passed, and Marcell then looked back at Erza, who had raised one of his eyebrows upward.
"In the medical room, maybe?"
"I need a convincing answer, not one based on maybe," Erza replied, his eyes sharp, he was angry at Marcell, who left Weeby just like that. If Weeby was fine, Erza wouldn't mind if Marcell left, but now Weeby was injured and couldn't walk.
"You can't answer, can you?" Erza chuckled, then rolled his eyes lazily. He looked at Marcell with a lopsided smile.
Finding Marcell still silent, bowing his head deeply, made Erza provoked to speak again.
"I want you to meet Weeby in the medical room, then apologize to her. After that, you help lead Weeby back to class, she still can't walk."
Marcell just nodded his head briefly, then quickly left the classroom and hurried to the place where Weeby was. Marcell didn't have the heart either, it was just that the situation didn't allow him to help the girl because of Resti.
When he got there, his breath already ragged from running, Marcell spontaneously opened the slightly closed door of the school medical room until the movement rang loudly. Weeby was startled, lifted her body, and then looked towards the doorway to see Marcell standing firmly there. Eye contact was then established between the two teenagers.
"Marcell, what are you doing here? Didn't Erza want to call Uti? Why did you come anyway?" Weeby grumbled, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and then proceeded to roll her eyes lazily.
Marcell did not answer, he stepped forward closer to Weeby, while Weeby was dumbfounded and then silent.
"I'll take you back to class, come on!" Marcell exclaimed, and he immediately grabbed Weeby's arm to help the girl get off the gurney, but Weeby strongly pushed Marcell's hand away.
Choked with excitement, Marcell's eyes now swept over Weeby's beautiful face, still half disbelieving Weeby did such a thing to him. Marcell then let out a long sigh.
"I don't want to, it's too late anyway. Where were you when I fell on the field earlier? Going out with your girlfriend? While I myself was in pain due to your actions. You really don't know yourself, do you?"
Weeby's emotions had now peaked, and she burst out so quickly that Marcell, who already knew that he was wrong, was just silent and just resigned, not at all interrupting and rebelling. This was the truth, Marcell was the guilty party in this incident.
"Yes, I'm sorry then. Let me help you go to class." That was the only word Marcell uttered.
Stunned and surprised, Weeby couldn't believe Marcell was apologizing to her. For Marcell to do something like that was impossible. Is this world coming to an end? Weeby became suspicious that Marcell was possessed by a spirit.
"I can walk by myself, I don't want it to happen again."
Yes, indeed, Weeby was afraid that Marcell would leave her again if Resti suddenly came and dragged Marcell away. Weeby didn't want to, just imagining it really hurt.
"I won't, I promise I won't make the same mistake again." Marcell said it so convincingly, as if what he was about to do completely made Weeby raise the corner of her lips.
He nodded in agreement, that was Weeby's decision. Actually, it was not the reason why she did that, it was just that, Weeby did not want to continue brooding in the school medical room alone. It made her feel bored.
Weeby grimaced again, her legs felt very tingling as she was helped down by Marcell from the UKS bed. Trying to survive and endure the pain, Weeby continued to lean on Marcell, limping along. She clung to Marcell's shoulder with one hand.
Marcell charged Weeby with slow movements, his feet continued to walk down the corridor so slowly that he was afraid that the pain that Weeby now felt was getting worse.
"By, what's wrong with you?"
Marcell slowed down his walking, turned his head to the side, and found Weeby holding his forehead, his face now looking very pale.
"Marcell, I'm really dizzy," Weeby said softly, now she really did not continue her walk, standing in place, still growing on Marcell's sturdy body.
"By, you're so pale."
Not responding, Weeby felt even more dizzy, so she closed her eyes, hoping that the pain in her head would disappear. But what the heck, Weeby was already unable to support her body, her leg bones seemed to be broken, leaving her unable to walk.
As the seconds ticked by, Weeby was now unconscious, her head resting on Marcell's shoulder. Feeling strange, Marcell immediately turned his head, then was surprised, rounding his eyes so wide.
Marcell immediately cupped Weeby's face, just to see the girl's face, Marcell then patted Weeby's cheek, intending for Weeby to feel his hand pat and wake up immediately, but instead of doing that, Weeby was still silent, her thin face getting paler.
"By, why did you faint at all?" Marcell said it loudly, and of course Weeby didn't hear him.
Apparently, the effect of the drug was very strong, Weeby had been fainting all the time lately, and her weak physique often frustrated her. However, today Weeby consumed more medicine than usual.
It was that compulsion, the compulsion from Andika, that made Weeby unsteady and like this.
Marcell was still trying to wake Weeby up from her sleep, still patting her cheeks. Seconds passed, and Marcell was getting tired, especially since Weeby's body was supporting him.
This was the only path Marcell could take, which was to go to the original place, the school medical room. Marcell tried to take another step, and this time it was certainly more difficult.
Feeling uncomfortable, Marcell immediately moved Weeby to a more comfortable position. Deftly, Marcell immediately carried Weeby bridal style. Yes, this position also makes it easier for Marcell to walk.