บท 85: Run It’s Not Always Bad

"Stop that!" The same person yelled again.

Jason stopped his attack, and Malcom sliding down the wall, fell to the ground.

An adult woman arrived.

"But what happened to you, Jason?" She asked while looking at him reproachfully before she continued, "This young man is a Marked! He is defenseless, completely useless in situations like this. You can't use your superiority to mistreat him like that. What's wrong with you? Can't you understand that he is very weak?"

Jason laughed and, looking at Malcom, smiled as he said, "Sorry, weakling! It was not my intention to hurt you too much! Remember that we are not at the same level next time!"

And with those words, Jason withdrew. The teacher looked at Malcom's state. He was awake but very mistreated, a trip to the infirmary was required, but none of the students seemed to want to help.

"I'll take him, Miss Evelyn!" Someone suddenly volunteered.

The teacher turned to see who was offering assistance when she looked at the young woman singing when she saw her.

"Nora! Honey, thank you very much! It is good that you are together! After all, he is one of your kind!" The smiling woman said before she dispelled the crowd.

Malcom, used all of his energy, when he got up.

"Are you ok?" He asked while looking at Nora.

She smiled tenderly. Only that smile was worth the beating, but their gaze was devastated.

Suddenly she passed the Marked arm around his shoulder as she asked, "What is your name?"

"My name is Malcom," The pained boy answered.

"I am Nora! Thank you for standing up for me… You can take your beating pretty well! But you shouldn't do that for me! Sorry!"

"These blows are nothing!" Malcom said bitterly, "Is Evelyn's words what will bug me for a long time!"

Nora snorted, and looking at Malcom, she said, "Yes, those of our kind are the only ones who would understand that!"

And with those words, they began the trip to the infirmary.

Nora helped Malcom to get to the infirmary, the boy was not complaining of pain, but clearly, his injuries were quite severe.

The help the teacher had given was minimal, and Jason had given Malcom a real beating, but he didn't seem to be bothered by the way they acted. Instead, he seemed to be annoyed at not being able to defend himself.

When they reached the door of the infirmary, the girl opened it instantly without knocking, and inside, a huge black man with clear muscles and very tall looked at them.

The man got up when he saw them and when he saw Malcom's condition.

"Really! You can't go a day without coming here all beat up!" The man said.

Nora looked at him with confusion, and Malcom, snorting, felt how that man lifted him without difficulty and placed his body on a stretcher.

"Who is he fighting with now?" The doctor asked while looking at the girl.

The girl saw him without knowing what to answer, that doctor's gaze was very direct, and that puzzled her.

He approached and touched the forehead of the girl with his index finger as he asked, "Wake up, little one! What happened?"

"What does that matter Zeq? You just have to heal me!"

"First, it's Ezequiel! And do you really think my only damn job is to heal your wounds? Stop fighting. That's the solution, you stupid brat!" The man said while looking at Malcom with anger.

Despite his words, Nora didn't notice the slightest hint of hostility on his face when he was talking to Malcom. In fact, there were hints of concern and worry hidden within his anger.

"And now why did you fight? Did someone call you Marked again?" He said to Malcom first before his gaze shifted towards Nora. He then said unhappily, "This kid is very sensitive to the subject!"

Nora, not knowing why she nodded again. When she finally realized what she agreed on, Nora hurriedly said, "Mister! He fought because of me!"

Ezequiel stopped when he took a red potion and looked at the young girl with determination, his muscles could be noticed above his clothes, and his black skin made his frame seem even larger. Still, despite how intimidating his eyes were, they showed clear kindness.

"What do you mean, honey?" Ezequiel asked curiously while staring at Nora.

She took a deep breath before she explained, "Jason was bothering me! He's just trying to defend me!"

Ezequiel looked at her for a long minute, and then he looked at Malcom, and with a dry smile, he said, "Key word, tried. But he clearly didn't do a good job."

Malcom let out a huff that caused him pain. Despite that, he still asked full of sarcasm, "What the hell are you talking about? Do you see her injured? It was a good job!"

Ezequiel put his finger on Malcom's rib and pushed it that caused for Malcom to let out a scream of pain.

"Nothing that causes that cry is a victory, moron! But I respect that you defend the weak. The problem is that you are weak as well!" Ezequiel said while smiling.

Nora noticed a strange brotherhood between the two of them, and, relaxing her posture, she decided to prepare to leave.

Ezequiel looked at her and said with a smile, "You don't have to go. You can stay a while."

She looked at him, her smile was very quality, and she nodded. She looked at Malcom, who was looking in the direction of a window and smiling. She shook her head as she said, "Thanks, but I have classes."

Ezequiel nodded and, hitting Malcom with his elbow, who made a groan of pain. While looking at the young woman and then asked, "Malcom, you have nothing to say?"

Malcom looked at him with wide eyes, and then looking at Nora, he said, "I'm glad you're fine! Stay away from Jason, and he's an idiot!"

She smiled, lighting up the entire room, and calmly she said, "I will do that. I hope I see you later. It was nice what you did. Thanks!"

Malcom nodded as the girl left the room.

"She's very pretty, and I understand why you like her," Ezequiel commented casually when Nora was out of sight.

Malcom tried to speak, but Ezequiel was forcing him to drink a potion to fade his complaints.

The potion healed his clearest wounds, but Ezequiel using an arcane glove and applying his magic power began to heal the fractures that Malcom had.

The process was painful, but after ten minutes, all the fractures were perfectly healed.

"Thanks! Sorry for causing you so much trouble!" Malcom said awkwardly as he looked at him with full of reluctance.

Ezequiel got up, "Don't worry, brat! I still have to help my assistant!"

Malcom let out a sigh, and looking at Ezequiel, he saw him take a box and then said, "Listen! Keep getting beat up, for your pride is no good to anyone! If you can't win a fight! Which is your case is always! At least run away!"