Was it right? {Oneshot}

Thankfully the air is brisk and crisp. I enjoy walking to the labs simply because of the solitude it has. There's never a time that I don't get to relax when I'm taking these light steps down the long road. It's one stretch and then a turn, and you'd be there by then. It normally takes around twenty minutes, but in this cold it will likely be fifteen. I brush a hand through my hair. My coat weighs heavily on me as it should in this weather. Naturally, I have to walk. My parents would have to walk as well if they weren't already there. We all work in the same place. I've never found it to be as strange as the people I've spoken to about it have, but then of course I'm entirely bias. It shouldn't matter who I'm working with. As long as I am doing the work, not getting in trouble, and I'm happy; it's alright by me.

I step out of the oak door and onto our decking area that is a deep brown wood that has a hearty echo to my steps. That isn't because I'm heavy, but rather because it is probably quite hollow. I feel my skin embrace the cold like water in bath. "JJ!" I hear, which catches me by surprise. It pulls a gasp from me briefly, but a small chuckle follows it. It's Clara. She's been my friend here for quite a while, and she has always been around. My other friends haven't. They've all went off in their own direction whilst her and I stayed. I have my hand on my heart. "You scared me!" I exclaim calmly. She laughs subtly. "You scare too easily." I nod with her, my grin widening. "Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there like a lemon?"
My head shakes whilst my chilled breath is visible in the cold. "Your similes are worse than my mum's." I start to walk. "Come on then."

We are friends. I don't like saying just friends because that would imply that it is worse than other things. Personally, it's the best situation for me. It is really great to have somebody to rely on, everybody knows that I think. Except people who don't try to be friendly. I don't know how people can even do that.

We've been talking a while, catching up as buddies would do. Something catches my eye though, and my end of the conversation just stumbles to a halt as we continue walking. "Look over there." I whisper curiously with an element that sounds like I know what I've found; A body on the ground.
It is far away across the grass that is lightly frosted with the cold. It must have rained last night. Well actually I know it did because it kept me up for a lot of the evening. "Oh my god," She says hastily, leaving my side to run over. I follow suit. 'Wait' I want to say, but I know that there is no stopping her once she has set her mind to helping. It's instinct, one that I don't necessarily have. She crouches down next to the man who is wrapped up head to two in thick clothes. Good clothes, strangely. I wouldn't bet this was the cold that did this to him.

"Hello, can you hear me?" She asks him without reply. "Hello?" She forces, almost like a statement this time. "Clara we should-" She holds up a hand at me. I don't like being late for work, I really don't. It isn't something telling me not to help this man, but it's something telling me to help myself. She isn't having any of my attitude it seems. She rolls him over, his face was towards the ground; maybe he fell and stopped breathing.

Blood. On his face, clearly quite dry and coming from a head wound to his temple. Some of it is fresh, and his skin is not at all pale so I can only assume he is still breathing. Only now do we see the condensation in his breath now that it is exposed to the cold. Clara checks; "He's got a pulse." I look down at the scene almost clueless. I look around, as though I am worried about what other people might think. Nobody is around. But then I realize...

...I don't even know what I should do.

"Jack, do something?" She stresses at me. "Like what?" I quickly snap. "I don't know, anything!" She looks back at me, I can see a little fire in her eyes. It's her helpful flame, the one that burns when she is protecting somebody. At least, that's how I see it.

I stop standing around. I take off my coat. The cold grips me. I put it under his head. Clara looks up and offers the smallest of smiles. It is a silent apology. I think that's how deep our friendship goes - to the point that we can understand ourselves and each other enough to know what we're thinking, roughly.

His eyes open. The next moment he's moving slowly, his arms and his legs. His hand goes straight to his head - likely where the pain is culminating. He sees me and I smile down hoping to comfort him, but he lashes out. His legs fly out at Clara and I look on in shock. His hands fly up and I'm pushed away. My footing loosens on the slippery grass. I collapse backward unwillingly. I hit my head dangerously on the tough ground. I try to look up, slightly dazed. The man is gone.

No, he's running away, as fast as he can with that limp that only now do we notice.

I grumble, holding my back supportively as I sit myself up on the numb grass. "Are you okay?" I ask her. She stands up quite quickly. "Bruises, just bruises." She tells me. The wind in my lungs is lacking. I cough considerably.

I take a stand. "What was that?" I sigh.

"That was a criminal." She admits, looking at me with a slightly apologetic look.

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