Vizzy bundled himself up in his coat, it was a cold night and Vizzy just wanted to be— somewhere— anywhere but back home. He looked at the buildings as he passed them, none of them really peeked his interest so he continued walking until there were no buildings left; so he continued to walk the path.
The night sky was beautiful, he was far enough to where he could see some stars; although, looking up toward them was a pain because of the freezing rain impaling his face. There was soon a clap of thunder which made the male jump, but afterward he heard someone. The person sounded like they were in pain, he waited again to hear another noise but it was silent. Quickly Vizzy abandon his original path and followed the cry.
Hoping he was still following the direction of the noise he’d heard earlier, his feet sloshed through the wet ground as he carefully looked around the dark park. Finally he saw them, this person was reaching out to him, asking for his help; he looked like he was only a kid.
"Shh.. I’m here to help you, you’ll be alright." he assured the boy, as he took off his jacket and gently pressed it against his stomach. "Stay with me, okay? What’s you name?" He couldn’t call the ambulance, he had no phone with him. He couldn’t panic but he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready! He didn’t want to watch someone else die though! "What happened to you?" He calmy looked around for somewhere safe to keep the teenager.
Weary eyes tired of the fight had rolled up to look towards the source of what he vaguely registered to be a voice, falling on Vizzy's features. He certainly didn't look like the type he should be worried about- if anything, he'd had some absent, half-conscious thought that the male, if anything, looked as if he belonged somewhere cleaner than a muddy park in the dead of night.
Then again, so did he, or he would if it wasn't for the dirt and blood staining the front of his soaked-through suit. A faint groan slipped from Quo's lips when that same mix of dirt and mud had been pressed on with the stranger's coat, the previous dulling throb apparently worse than he'd realized. Perhaps he was simply too tired to have noticed it until now. He didn't know, and he didn't care. All he'd really cared about at all in that moment was the tiny hint of shelter and warmth that the other male merely leaning over him had given.
At last, he forced himself to think back to those words. It almost made him laugh when he'd realized exactly what had been said. He probably would have laughed anyway if he could have breathed in deep enough. There was something about the questions that to him had been rather amusing, though he couldn't quite figure out why. Instead, he'd forced eyes to focus on the other figure as well as they could in that moment, speaking in the same quiet whisper in which he'd called out only a few seconds previous, "Quo.. I'm Quo Shuomuon..." A slight pause then, in consideration of whether he should say or not, settling on a half truth- his possible savior at least deserved that much, rather than lying, "Just some gang..."
"Ne.. Am I going to die..?" He turned his eyes away somewhat as he asked, not particularly wishing to see whatever state his stomach had been in. It seemed to be an odd question, but he'd never felt this cold before, this sore, this weak. Somehow he'd thought the other might know the answer.
