[ Wyatt lets out a strangled sound as he's dragged up. His legs feel like jelly, and he's not convinced they'd hold his weight without support. A glance at the ground tells him how much blood he's lost. He knows this isn't good. Gritting his teeth, he wraps his other arm around his waist, holding his wound together and drawing another painful cry from him.
Then he takes deep breaths and nods, just concentrating on moving his legs forward. ]
Thank you. That's all I need. I'm sorry, for dragging you into this.
[ What even is 'this'? Wyatt doesn't know. He hadn't even been in the club. He looks at Jaden, trying to convince the two blurred images of him to merge back into one. ]
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Then he takes deep breaths and nods, just concentrating on moving his legs forward. ]
Thank you. That's all I need. I'm sorry, for dragging you into this.
[ What even is 'this'? Wyatt doesn't know. He hadn't even been in the club. He looks at Jaden, trying to convince the two blurred images of him to merge back into one. ]
What happened? Did you see?