“Sh-shit,” Trevor muttered, teeth grinding as his back hit the wall. He slid down, tipping his head back as his fingers pressed down on the towel against his abdomen. Being stabbed in his current state was a lot different than being stabbed before – it used to just go away. Now it lingered, and bled – a lot. “I fuckin’ hate this place.”
He couldn't tell you which way to the bathroom or to a library in a place like this, but Tyler could tell you something had happened that put whatever residents were here on edge. Trying to map out things in his head someone against the wall wasn't an ideal thing to find. His eyes were almost fixated on the blood. There was something vaguely familiar about the other but he couldn't summon a name when he needed it. "What happened?" His voice carried before his feet did as he knelt down next to the other, unsure what help he could be exactly with no grip of this place and its layout.
