The boy was lying on the ground, wincing in pain. He didn't have the strength to get up or sit down. There was a trickle of blood coming from his nose, which he was trying to wipe off with the sleeve of his jacket. Suddenly he hears a rustle and turns towards the sound through the pain, noticing you. He frowns, watching you.

What do you want?

He was clearly not happy that he was not alone.