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Bailey's pov

The searing pain shot me like a dart as I grasped my foot, clad with socks. I hated running with my shoes and now regret not wearing them, though J doubted they would've protected me much.

"Bailey!" Kaleb yelled with a rose of panic and concern. He raced across the field, barreling toward me with a speed I had never seen him use before.

I clutch my foot, clenching my teeth as I look down at the damage. Blood had now stained my socks red but I could not see the culprit of my wound on my foot. My fingers are painted with the warm wetness of my blood as I try to stop the bleeding.

"Baby," Kaleb falls beside me, his trembling hands reaching out for my foot. I hissed and he froze, looking at me worriedly.

The P.E teacher was beside us and some of the concerned students surrounded us too. " What happened?" The teacher demanded, his eyes scanning the field for any signs of the culprit.

"Something sharp," I wince clutching my foot and Kaleb quickly lifts me into his arms, his eye