Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170730011206

Elijah instinctively trailed behind the small cluster of guiding men, desperately clinging onto Jeong's limp hand till his knuckles turned white. Shock and fear blinded him from even regarding the place that they were in or even the German's presence. All he could do was stare at Jeong, who was practically bleeding rivers at this point, his once bruised and abused, but porcelain-like skin mottled with he aftereffects of asphyxiation and the marks of a fearsome attack.

And he could do nothing but sit back and watch as the Korean whimoered and clung to him like an anchor, shifting the bedsheets in disarray as he writhed in pain.

He was surprised as the misty hue of tears clouded his vision. The gang related crimes that occoured in his neighboorhood were far more grousome and violent than this could ever be. But when it happened to such an innocent gentle person like Jeong... That's where he crossed the line.

Hadn't Jisae been enough suffering for hin?

He took a shaky intake of breath as he battled to keep his emotions under control, but it was clear that he was almosty loosing it. Half hoping that Everett would take care of the rest of the group, he shoved his way over to the bleeding mans bedside, his hands slick with clotted blood as he gripped Jeong tightly.

"Jeong- JEO! You have to stay awake for me-"