I was a bit surprised at how light Jace was when I held him. Like, I understood that he was a small person, but he seemed a bit too light. It didn't concern me as much at the time because I was already worrying about his wounds, but I did take note of it.
                          
"You poor kid..." I whispered to myself. 
                          
The boy was clearly a victim of longtime bullying- I saw fresh cuts littering his wrists, overlapping older ones. 
                          
I carried him to my car, an old Subaru Outback that had belonged to my mother before... before her death. It was still a sensitive subject for my brother and I, mainly because she was the only family aside from each other that we still had left. 
                          
I set Jace down as gently as I could in the backseat, trying my hardest not to move, bump, or hurt his wrist. He had bruises covering nearly every inch of his skin- blossoms of dark purple, blue, black, and green all over his fragile body. I didn't know how severe his injuries could be, so as soon as I was sure he was safely tucked in the back, I drove like hell to the hospital.
                          
~Time Skip~ 
                          
I'd just delivered Jace to the hospital, and was waiting nervously in the waiting room when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that my brother had texted me.
                          
Sam: Where are you? It's already five.
                          
I checked the time. 5:03 pm.
                          
Me: I'm at the fucking hospital. I wasn't in the mood to be nice.
                          
My phone buzzed again. 
                          
Sam: Woah, wait. Why're you at the hospital? 
                          
Me: I found Jace. 
                          
I didn't get a response for a minute or two. Guilty as hell, Sam.
                          
Sam: So? I growled. The nerve...
                          
Me: His wrist is fucking broken, he's got bruises and blood all over him, he's not even conscious, and I had to take him to the damn HOSPITAL. What is your problem?
                          
Sam: Come on, Kizu. Nobody gives a shit about the little fuck. Who cares about him? 
                          
I just about snapped my phone in half.
                          
Me: You know what, get your ass to the here, and bring a change of clothes for Jace. Then we'll talk.
                          
I shut off my phone and stuffed it back in my pocket, then went back to nervously jiggling my leg as I waited.
                          
~Another Time Skip~
                          
Sam burst into the waiting room carrying a bag with what I assumed were the clothes, not fifteen minutes after I'd told him to get to the hospital. 
                          
"Kizu... what the hell is this about," he growled angrily. I rolled my eyes and looked at him with a cold glare.
                          
"That's what I should be asking you. How could you do that to Jace?" I tried to keep my rage out of my voice, but it failed rather miserably.
                          
"How would you even know if I'd done it?" 
                          
"Because you're acting guilty as fuck. And besides, I saw you laughing with your friends while you left him there. Any other stupid questions to clear up?" I snapped. 
                          
"So what if it was me? Nobody cares about the little shit. He's just a fag... what does it matter to you anyway?" I couldn't believe it- my brother was bullying someone because of their sexuality? That was just a bit too fucked up.
                          
"God dammit, Sam, it's 2018! There's a thing called diversity, in case you didn't catch wind of that. Hell, I'm asexual! Did you forget that? Maybe you can treat me like complete shit, just like Jace! And it matters to me because it's an innocent person getting hurt. Look at me! I can't see out of my right eye and have a scar across the bridge of my nose-" I pointed to my face. "-just because I've never felt romantically towards another person. Am I a freak now?" I spat at him. The look of shock on my brother's face made me feel satified, but I still felt hollow inside. His complete objection to Jace's existence had made a part of me crumble a bit, not just from sympathy, but because I would've never expected this kind of thing from him. Sure, he was popular and many of his friends were absolute dicks, but he'd never been like them.