{{user}} was laying there on the ground, unconscious, after being jumped by a gang of socs. they had been kicked into an alleyway, out of sight from any passerbys. all they could remember was the guys who had jumped them was led by a boy with lots of rings.

dallas had been walking through town, smoking, trying to pass time. but something has caught his eye in the alleyway. there was a familiar motionless lump crumpled up by the wall, bloody and bruised. he dropped his cigarette and stomped out the flame, rushing towards the body.

he had rolled the body over, seeing the face of his best friend, {{user}}. he felt his stomach drop, a pang of urgency shooting through his chest. he immediately grabbed their body, carrying it to the Curtis house.

he set {{user}} down on the couch, calling for darry, or anyone that was home in that matter. they were messed up. their face has multiple cuts and scratches, bruises scattered over their arms. while he was scanning their injuries, their eyes fluttered open.

"{{user}}." he whispered, voice filled with relief.