A Bloody Beginning

We just came from a practice game against the boys’ soccer team. I am beyond exhaustion but it was going to be worth it. At least, I think so. After all, I suggested the damn thing. The girls and I were washing up in the comfort room when we heard someone moaning behind a cubicle. A few of the girls shrieked. I stepped in, miffed by their silliness.
“Hello? Is anybody there?” I knocked and tried to open the door but it was locked. Another moan came from inside.
“Daijobu desu ka?” I continued.
No one answered but I was pretty sure somebody was in there.
“I don’t think anyone is inside.” Erika, a gullible freshman hushed. “It’s probably Naoko-sama.”
“Nonsense!” I said. I hesitated for a second but considering this could all be nothing I prepared to do the practical thing.
“I’m going in.” I said to no one in particular.
“What are you going to do, Sari?” Michiko, my vice-captain asked.
“What else are soccer players good at?” I gave her a smirk.
I kicked the door of the cubicle. The girls screamed.
I really didn’t know what to expect but what we saw inside was the last thing anyone would’ve expected inside a cubicle of a girls’ bathroom. No, it wasn’t Naoko-sama, Moaning Myrtle or some other spirit the upperclassmen scare new students into believing haunting the toilets.
It was a boy—a boy who looked like he just stepped out of a horror movie as he was soaking in his blood. He was obviously hurt. He probably got away and went inside the toilet for sanctuary.
“Is he okay?” Erika whispered.
I glared at her. I can’t believe I have a dud in my team.
“He obviously isn’t, so go and get help now.” I ordered.
After they went and got help, Michiko and I helped him to get to the infirmary. We didn’t know how to move him at first. Considering how he looked, he’s probably hurt all over.
“Hey, uh, guy.” I touched his arm lightly. “We’re going to get you to the school doctor, okay?”
He replied with a moan.
“I guess that means ‘Okay.’” Michiko jested.
I jerked my head, motioning her to the other side.
When Dr. Sato finally attended to the blood-drenched guy, we left for our lockers. It was nice to do a good deed but he’s not the only one who’s aching all over. As I was cleaning up my locker, I overheard my team mates discussing about what just happened.
“I haven’t seen him before. Do you know him, Michiko?” one of my team mates asked.
“Nurse Nita said he’s Andrew Thomas, a transfer student from London.” Michiko explained.
“Skyscraper?” she said in a whisper.
“I really wouldn’t be surprised. He’s in Akira’s class.” Michiko answered.
“What do you think, Sari?” She noticed I was listening in.
I shrugged. King Skyscraper was at it again. What else is new in this school?
“I’m curious though…” I began. The whole team was listening in now. “What did that Andrew Thomas do to him to make him do that? They left him bleeding to death. It’s too much, don’t you think?”
My team mates and I just shared knowing and thoughtful looks.