"Derek..." He fought to speak at times. Everything happened so fast, and by the time things had slow, Dolemeck found himself sitting on the floor of Derek's bathroom with his shirt off and peroxide being applied to his wounds. He gave out a cry of pain as his cousin began to clean his wounds. His legs kicked about weakly over how much this process hurt him.
"Derek... there are... there are bad people in this world. They wanted... they wanted to... to kill my soul." He stammered, shaking like a leaf as Derek did everything he could to try and stop the bleeding. "They wanted to... they wanted to see my soul die. And for what? Paper currency? Derek... we need to do something. People like this... they need to be stopped. We need.... we need to stop them..."
His bright green eyes started to close, as he rested his head on Derek's shoulder. He felt so tired, now. Either from the trauma of nearly getting killed, or the fact he almost lost control of himself. It could be from the blood loss as well.
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