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"Don't break down just yet," Tsurai growled, glancing back to the others, That could mean anything.
Would Braeden attack again? Tsurai was so wound up, is he ended up attacking Braeden, all his force would be in the first hit and then he'd have nothing left.

The eighteen year old kneeled next to Isiah and handed him the jacket.
"I need you to do something important, okay? Just. Hang in there. Put the jacket behind you and then lay down. I really can't move my arm this time, Isiah. I need you to do this for me."

Tsurai waited for Isiah to do as told. Then Tsurai stood up again, wrapping the jacket in the first criss-cross of a bow loosely, and with difficulty, considering he only had one arm. It was farther up on Isiah's body than the stab was.

"It's gonna feel like you can't, but breathe in as much as you can and hold it anyway." Tsurai let go of one of the jacket sleeves, and pushed the other one in Isiah's hand. "And don't let this go. No matter what you feel, hold onto that."

When Isiah took the one jacket sleeve, and had taken his breath, Tsurai bent over Isiah, putting the other sleeve in his mouth, ready to pull it toward Isiah's legs.

He didn't though. He grabbed the knife in his hand, and then, in one jerky movement, pulled the knife up, and tightened the knot while beginning to walk from Isiah with the sleeve still in his mouth, so he knew the knot was as tight as it'd go.

Dropping the knife, he took the sleeve out of his mouth and pulled on it with his hand instead. "Let it out. Breathe slow and not so ddep! Don't let go off the sleeve!" Tsurai began coughing again, seeing the blood begin to soak the jacket, Tsurai began groaning while he tried to pull the knot tighter.

"I really hope you somehow don't black out Isiah, because I can't carry you home, and this needs to try and atleast be a true knot.."

Tsurai had to keep pulling on the sleeve, because if he let go of it, the tie would loosen up since it wasn't a knot.

"Isiah, do you think you move? If you can... Urgh..." His hand was quickly becoming tired, he was a car running on fumes... "You have to finish this knot for me.. As tight as possible.. Like a.. Ugh.. Corset..! I tell you how to breathe in it later, I just..." Tsurai's arm was shaking, "Need your help right now!"

Tsurai sighed and before falling on his a**, kicked one of Isiah's legs. "You're a ******** moron!"

Once on the ground, Tsurai took time to let himself pant and catch his own breath, floding up into an Indian-style way of sitting, hand in his lap.

"I told you this would happen." he mused. "It my not be exactly what I said, but I did say you were ******** if he pulled a weapon. You said you'd been in knife fights, you dickhead? You don't have a scar on you from a knife that I've seen. Nobody gets out of a ******** knife fight without a ******** scar. Regardless of how good you are. I really hope you suffer from this, for not listening to the ONE thing I say when I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

Tsurai closed his eyes, echaling loudly. He said softly, "The only time you can get anywhere is when you realize your limits. Just think about something calming to breathe. I think about my daughter. Maybe you can think of your bo-- romances or something to calm you down, make it not so hard to breathe. All this great talk about Kaegen, he better've told you how to ******** meditate."

Tsurai took in a large breath before looking to Braeden, trying to figure out what the man was thinking. But in all honesty, Tsurai could hardly make out Braeden's shape. It was getting harder to tell who was who, and a lot of things weren't making sense. Like why the ground was hard.

His car was slowly sliding to a stop in neutral, and The eighteen year old was trying not to pass out before reaching a gas station.

Out of all the yelling Tsurai had done, and the crying Isiah had done, and the convincing Braeden was doing, everyone turned when Tsurai had said "I think about my daughter."

Tsurai hadn't noticed. He was wavering. Brain and body.

"I told you," Breaden mused. "They're both insane."

"I'm sorry, Isiah.. I can't... Stay awake... Ungh.." Tsurai finally fainted. All the walking, exercising, and this big fight and rush of the bloodstream.. It had warn him down to his truly malnurished core.

And while the crowd did sympathize, they could all do simple enough math to figure out how old someone like Tsurai would have to be to have a dughter. Mumbling went on about DuPloys, and they all decided to believe Braeden for the time being, splitting up into their groups and either changing the subject or spreading more rumors about what they had heard about Isiah and Tsurai, respectively.

Tsurai hissed when he took in a large breath, but otherwise didn't move. "Quit moving so much," he said weakly. "You'll open it.." The boy wasn't even sure if Isiah was moving, or even if Isiah was the one touching him.

He didn't feel like moving anything to find out, either. Moving his mouth was enough of a chore. "Gotta.. Burn.. Shut.. Heal.." Tsurai didn't realize he wasn't saying all the words in his sentences, and after heal, he pretty much lost conciousness again.

This was a compromising situation. Both of them needed to be in the hospital.

Braeden paused, taking another drag on the cigarette. He blew smoke downward, but it's rising momentum didn't give it time to hit Isiah's face. "'enough' is an extremely relative term."

Isiah grunted, turning away from him. He pulled the can back toward him, leaning it over the slightest bit so broth would spill out to be held at the rim- he flicked the lighter on with his freehand, holding it right beneath the rim so that it would warm the chicken broth and give off a stronger smell.

"I don't think you ******** him. You're a f*****t but not a *****, right?" He paced to the right a little to stand directly in front of the point between the two, digging his toe into the dirt as he thought aloud. "It was someone in your clan, huh? They get busted too?"

Isiah's face twitched- even the seconds-long change in his expression was taken in by Braeden- meant that he had hit the nail on the head. "No," Isiah answered, slowly. "No one in my clan. I'm not that stupid."

Braeden laughed. "I dunno. Pretty dumb to try to ******** up the hand that feeds you. I wouldn't put it past you." He savored the cigarette visibly, sighing with pleasure as he exhaled. "He know about it?"

Isiah's expression changed again, only minutely. "No." Isiah didn't want Tsurai to be dragged into anything he didn't have to be. Once the broth was sufficiently warmed, he held it beneath Tsurai's nose again. "C'mon, Tsurai, come around.."

"He was, then. In on it."

Isiah growled, turning his head to face Braeden briefly. "He didn't know me then, Braeden. I haven't been a denzien for a long, long time. Back off." He turned back toward Tsurai, waiting with a pleading look for Tsurai to show signs of conciousness.

"But he knows about it. You think he feels sorry for you, you filthy f*****t?" Braeden tossed the finished cigarette butt into Isiah's lap- Isiah dumped the lighter and snatched it before it could do any damage, flicking it away.

"Listen, Braeden, I don't have TIME for your crap right now. You wanna ******** talk out your f** fetish, we can do it another time. I'm ******** busy."

Braeden blinked, opening his mouth for a response- but his plan had backfired and he didn't have a plan b. "******** off," he muttered, wandering back toward where ever he had been staying since the two had found water.

Isiah tilted Tsurai's head back, trying to keep his mouth open, pouring the tiniest bit of broth down his throat- he prayed it went down the right pipe and didn't drown him, wincing as Tsurai coughed.

Isiah sighed, visibly detensing. "Sorry. You gotta swallow this for me, okay?" He tilted Tsurai's head back a little, gently opening his mouth and pouring a little more at a time- it got cooler as more liquid came forth.