protective Dosquatch The blood sprayed the wall as bat and flesh connected, and John slumped to the ground. As much as he had held my attention just a moment before, his conspicuous absence held it now. He had been pinning me to the wall, threatening to... what? It had already slipped my mind. Did it really matter? My attention shifted to the bat, and then up the bat to the hand that held it. "Are you alright?" a voice asked. "Yeah..." I answered to nobody in particular. "No, really. Look at me. Are you alright?" the voice repeated with emphasis. I looked up and found Sarah's eyes. "What- who- Are you out of your mind?" I shot, "Why would you do that?" She replied simply, "Because you needed me." ~"~ 040427 what's it to you? who go blather from