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Gallen's eyes were strong, his soul unbreakable. as the young man collapsed he ran, leaping into the water and swimming to the young man. He dove under looking for Jordan, finding him being carried away by the current . Gallen grabbed him around the waste and pulled him to the surface and swam hard back to the shore. As he dragged the naked Jordan on to shore, he gasped looking to Dai for some help. As he laid Jordan down he pulled off his own shirt and draped it over Jordan's lower half covering his maleness. His bare back was revealed all could see the tattoos he most cherished, the marks of his soul and family, one shoulder carried the Japanese kanji for Oni with a club in front of it symbolizing the idea of invincible, the other a, Celtic family knot, which decorated his opposite shoulder. In seconds Gallen promptly started to check Jordan, was he breathing, did he need more help. Damn it he was not a doctor and the doctor he knew was behind him in her own state of shock. He checked Jordan vitals, pulse, breath, and what ever else he thought was right.

Gallen turned Jordan’s head to the side and started to press his stomach down trying to pump water out, once some came out he started to administer CPR, His warm lips touching the cooling lips of Jorden as Gallen blew his air into Jordqn's lungs this continued. Gallen worried for the young man.

"Are ye ok" he rubbed Jordan's back, "ye passed out, it is ok now yer safe." Gallen at next to Jordan while Dai sat close so he could keep an eye on her. This was going to be one rough day he sighed. not thinking gallen patted a hand on Jordan's bare thigh and smiled to him.

"Cause me sworn enemy is Dr. Moreau, not his people, My sister works for him, she is on this island in that compound above the village. Like ye she thinks she is doing good, or thought. I do not find fault in ye because ye blindly followed there lies to help make a better world." Gallen’s eyes had a dark hate for the man who owned feral labs, the man who ran this island, the man who tore his family up and brought him here to face the fate of losing his humanity. He then noticed Jordan shivering and quickly pulled the scrub shirt of his from the ground and draped it over his shoulders. "There that should help a bit."

"Ah can help ye." he looked at Dai and smiled, "ah will be back in a bit going to help Jordan e're to his duplex." He got up and smiled to Jordan, "all of them are this way, may want to put back on some pants though."

He blushed profusely at that comment and the attention placed. Jordan grabbed his scrub pants and slipped them on with the cover of the shirt on his lap, wiggling into them quickly, then sliding his shirt over his torso.

He rolled his neck his neck, hearing some pops and promptly helped himself up, handing Gallen’s shirt back. “Thanks. I appreciate the that.”

“I’m gonna need a nice long, hot shower, a change of clothing…” he tugged on the confining scrubs uncomfortably “…something more loose and breezy… and then I’m going to need a nice long rest…”

“Thank you, Dai.” He nodded at her offering of more comfortable clothing. Anything would feel better at the moment. “That sounds fine.” He propped himself on a hand in the sand and pushed himself up shakily.

Dressed and ready to go, he arose quizzically. It was fortunate someone knew where to go or he might get himself so lost he’d never find his way. He walked away from the beach a few steps, looking back to see if they were ready. He couldn’t help but wonder if everyone felt the same as Gallen and Dai. Would he be in a class of his own? Would he have to fight tooth-and-nail against others supporting his opposing view? He did feel a bit singled out by that possibility, but then again, he honestly believed in Feral’s operations. If he was to be singled out for his standpoint, then the majority would just have to dea with that. He wasn’t about to change sides based on popular opinion.

“I’m ready when you are.” He said a bit impatiently. A hot shower and then a nice nap were awaiting him once his escorts get him to where he’s going. “I think I’ve had enough sun and surf for one day.”

“Is it a ways back to housing? Honestly wasn’t paying attention to the distance between there and here.”

Having a lousy sense of direction was going to work against him if he didn’t learn the layout of the land. It sounded like he was going to have plenty of time on his hands to explore at his leisure, though he’d be more inclined to reside inside his duplex to avoid more trouble.

His mind was becoming distracted once again as they walked. Seeing Dai’s abnormality, or could it be classified as a mutation, made him a bit suspicious of his safety. If his acquaintances were indeed to possess bestial strength, then what could prevent them from coming targeting him if so inclined? He couldn’t fight off a raving beast if one had became so fanatical.

He shook his head, unaware of his lofty sigh. What ridiculous thoughts! It wasn’t as if a werewolf would come howling in the night, bursting through his door and drooling saliva. He’d heard of people developing psychological disorders to escape reality by relying on an animalistic personality, but could it be possible for the mind to actually have a physical impact on the body to actually reflect their illness? That seemed just as preposterous as a theory as what he’d been told.

He was trying to be subtle when he glanced over at Gallen, only wondering what was going through his mind at that moment, if he was having concerns over the Feral affiliated man.