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Bornes should've seen it coming. He should've.
He heard them talking, but he paid it no heed, lost in his own thoughts, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, lucky he could even turn himself on his side as he gripped his gut in searing pain and regurgitating the fish he had eaten only hours a go.

If he had the inclination to, he could've looked at their still intact, beady eyes staring at him from the mound of stomach acid and whatever else was in his stomach at the time. Little high pitched voices typical of talking fish whining about why the hybrid had committed such a horrible sin as to eat them.
They were having so much fun in their pressurized jar, but stupid Q had to ruin ther fun and digest them.

But he didn't have the inclination to look at his own barf. He was too busy coughing and hacking and would've cried out-- but it was cut off by Kaegan's yell and someone grabbing his hair and pulling him up and Isiah doing something but being told to knock it off.

It was all stumbling together into english incoherence. Bornes was sidetracked by the immense pain he was in. First his gut, now his head as his hair was being pulled, he was sure his ears would start throbbing in a moment with all the yelling, too.

As he was pulled up, Bornes struggled to get to his own feet-- his hair was a sensitive topic-- he didn't want it being pulled out.
His feet were having trouble working however, being as his gut made him just want to hack up more food, even though there wasn't any left.

He wheezed and coughed at Kaegan in response to the Alpha, though it was probably better that way-- Bornes didn't have the will for words.

Bornes was thrown to the ground. He let out a grunt and his face throbbed. He couldn't even translate what was being said anymore, he was just trying to fight passing out while punishment was dealt. That would've made whatever the punishment was worse.

He called out when the boot went into his back, the human howl turning to a bestial growl once the realization overcame him that the crack was not his back, but his sunglasses breaking. Rather than overcome with intense worry like he should've been, it was anger.

He pushed himself up to his knees with the help of Isiah, and brought one leg up to get him ready to stand, his body positioned to sprint toward and attack the leader's back. The glasses had broken at the bridge, luckily, and fell to the ground out of his shirt into their two pieces as he got up.

But as he tried to make his break for it, he collapsed back onto the ground with another few coughs. He'd not understood what Isiah had said, and the angry growl still present in his throat, he tried to bring himself up again, gritting his teeth and pushing himself up several inches, only for his stupid hypotension problem to get the better of him.

He blacked out right next to his own puke, right with Isiah there. He wouldn't wake up for a full two minutes, no matter how much prying or slapping or whatever else was done to him.

Two minutes passed. Bornes was outside the outskirts of town. In Isiah's lap. It was still dark. Maybe one hour of darkness left. There was a disgusting taste of vomit in his mouth, and an even worse pain in his gut.

Those were the first things Bornes noticed when he opened his eyes, tail lazily slapping against the ground once as he clutched his gut in a ********. ********.
Try to remember, Bornes.
Got back from shelter. Something kicked him, he threw up.... ******** happened?" he finally hoarsed, afraid to get up and still clutching at his gut, as if that would somehow make the feeling of wanting to vomit again go away.

"What?" Isiah had to be joking him. Cookie jar? Again?

He changed gears in his head.
"Nobody can live without water and food for two weeks. I'll die without water in..." He breathed hard through his mouth. "Five days?"

He began to panic almost, not fully recovering from his blackout. It would probably be hours before he did. Digesting, then throwing it all up. That was a lot of blood flow going too many places that weren't the brain.

"What?" He repeated, dumbstruck. "No shelter?" He would've gotten up and looked at Isiah at this point, but he only had to twitch to realize he didn't want to move from where he was. Save his gut.
Whoever kicked his gut was... Well, it was probbaly Kaegan. And there was no surprise in that sort of strength, then.

Ow. ******** Gut.

He brought his right hand to his collar, feeling for his sunglasses. His tail began to twitch. "Where are my sunglasses?"

Bornes squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth and biting bak a groan as he tried to adjust himself to sit up.
He failed. On both counts.

He laid back down as he let out that groan.

"Where are my sunglasses?" he asked again. "Why are you here?"

That last question was because, well. As far as Bornes knew, Isiah had done nothing wrong. This was Bornes' punishment. And he probably deserved it.
He wished he could remember what was said directly to him.
Probably some insult to remember later.
Bornes was pretty fond of learning new english insults.

Bornes held his breath and stared at the pieces.
Just stared at them.
If staring at them hard enough would magically put them back together, he would've accomplished it.
Maybe ten full seconds passed.

He finally breathed out through his nose, an obviously frustrated response, but he was trying to calm himself. He grabbed the two pieces in his hand, then brought his other hand so each hand held one piece. He tried to push them together.

He should've been thankful that it was only two pieces, but he wasn't.
He was holding his breath again, and his eyes began to tear up, as if were going to cry. He was silent for a long time, simply staring at the pieces of his ocular saving device in his hands.
The look on his face was comparable to some sort of situation where the parent of a child had been holding that child, afflicted with cancer's hand.

And that kid, well it was only a matter of time, but the parent squeezed that hand anyway, hoping, praying that death just wouldn't happen.
But it of course did, and of course the parent was sad, but it was also inevitable.
So that sadness in his face was turned to a curious confusion of what to do now, what to think.

How to go on with life without that precious child to brighten your day.

"Thank you," finally said, letting out his held breath. It was soft, weak.
His eyes searched the sky. Still darkness left.
Maybe he could kill himself.

Too bad he had nothing to do it with.

He covered his glasses with his hands, turning to look at the empty expanse, his neck still on Isiah's leg, his blood pumping so he could hear it in his ears. He had a massive headache, but that paled in comparison to the pain in his gut, or the soreness in his neck, or the sorrow he felt for losing his handicap pass.

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid. At least I can pride myself that it took him a really long time to figure out it was me..."
Still soft and weak.
He was trying to convince himself that there was some reason to stay alive.

Bornes closed his eyes as he was lifted, gritting his teeth and trying to put the pieces of the glasses in his pants pocket.

"Not when I'm blind. And We'll never get there before sunrise."

He tried to loosen up, but when he did, he just began shivering involuntarily.