You Okay Kid?
Very glad the weather had picked up seeing as he didn't have his car for a while (which, incidentally, felt to Marco like his right arm was missing, he freaking loved that thing!) he was heading back home to make himself lunch. It was still quite early but seeing as breakfast had been at the crack of dawn after his run then he could justify himself. Not that he had anyone he needed to justify himself to...but that was another matter.
A couple of baguettes wrapped in paper under one arm and a string bag with cheese, ham, olives and other bits and bobs from the deli in his hand and he set off across the square, making for the road that would lead him up towards the Fountain District where he lived. He knew his tastes were a bit stereotypical but he really didn't care. It tasted good, what else mattered right?
The place wasn't crowded and so when he spotted the young man looking decidedly pale and woozy as he walked passed he got to him quickly seeing as he didn't have a throng of people to pass through as he would have done just a few days ago during the festival. His doctor's instincts had kicked in and he knelt to see to him, dropping his stuff on the cobbles as he checked his vitals.
"Hey, careful there," Marco said gently, fingers on his wrist checking his pulse. It was slow.