Wake The Hell Up
Laying low was a tricky prospect for a man of his size and stature, even moreso considering he was stuck wearing a cast for his broken right arm, in addition to a truckload of bruises and cuts. Being absent for a few days would likely raise concern, but right now, it was necessary, considering who was the one who caused these wounds in the first place. Bringing undo risk to his friends, on top of letting them down to the degree that he was now, would truly be the sign of a failure.
And so, Terra was left resting at his gang’s clubhouse from day to day, wandering about in the vicinity to try and ease his anxiety while he got the chance, ducking away from people that might know him. He hated this hiding, but it was necessary until he felt it was safe to return. Until this, the local park had become his favorite haunt - lots of place to sneak into on short notice, even for him. But today held something different.
“What the...?”
A kid, laid out upon the ground with blonde hair. The man squatted down, prodding him with the fingers of his good hand. Why wasn’t he waking up? The kid was definitely sleeping, but never had he seen someone out of it this hard. Terra had a very bad feeling about all of this, and he needed to get to the bottom of it quickly, and there was only one person he could call.
“Aqua, it’s Terra. Look before you ask anything, I need your help. There’s a kid out here, passed out in the park. He’s sleeping but he’s definitely not waking up...”