"Seriously Kristopher, What are you doing?" I couldn't believe he had just walked out of a class, like that. No warning, no issues from the teacher, just up and left.
"I know her. She used to work at my old school." He seemed very uncomfortable talkign about her. She wasn't the kindest lady, but she'd never do anything to hurt anyone.
"She didn't seemlike she recognized you." By this time he had slid down the wall and was sitting against a row of senior lockers. I slowly made my way down to the floor. Looking into his eyes, not thinking they could become anymore dead, cold, I noticed they had. All color had left his face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just, I need to go. I need to get away for a little while."
"Well, my dorm is right here on campus. I actually have age of majority, If you have it we can sign out and go there."
"They're not going to just let us sign out and leave together to go back to your dorm. Even with age of majority. I'm just going to call my house and have someone come get me."
"Well, I'll sign out and come with you."
"No." His face lost more color, "I mean, i'll be okay. Just let me go." He started to stand up, but fell back down; too weak to keep his balance.
"Kristopher, what's going on?" I was genuinely worried now. He didn't seem like the type to have these medical issues. Not that there was a specific type, but he just seemed so upbeat less than an hour ago, and now he couldn't even stand up.
"Just, help me to the office. Okay?"
"Fine." It took nearly all of my strength to keep him upright and walking. He was a big boy, and twice the size of me. But in one trip we got him to the office safely where he called home and waited until they came. In barely ten minutes a man walked through the front door of the school and into the office.
"Kristopher," He sighed. The fear in his features almost scared me. "You okay?" He took his arm over his shoulder and helped him up.
"Yeah, Just get me home." He started to sigh and winced in pain. The man looked at Kristopher's chest and shook his head. I couldn't make out why, but I had a feeling he knew what was going on.
"Excuse me," I stopped him. "Is there anyway you can let me know he's okay? Can I give you my phone number or something?" Quickly I scribbled down my cell phone number and handed it to him. "Are you his father?"
"No, his brother. I'll let you know as soon as I can. He's going to be fine." With that he made his way to a large dark blue truck. The pain I saw in Kristopher's eyes as he tried his hardest to climb into the truck nearly brought tears to my eyes. I didn't even really know the kid, but he just had a way of digging himself into me...and possibly my heart.