Till’s mind was hazy and everything felt far away, his body was being moved by something as he was dragged from the stage before being sat up in a corner as chaos ensued outside, he could make out two silhouettes, one giving the larger one a nod before running off. The large frame crouching down to him before Till yelled shakily feeling the sting of a cloth against his bleeding neck.

“You’re Till right? Mizi told me about you.” Dewey tried to make small talk with a smile, dabbing the cloth in a bottle of disinfectant as the other boy squirmed and gagged at the feeling. “Sorry, I know it hurts, but we gotta.” He murmured apologetically, mumbling something that sounded like “Shit you lost a lot of blood.” Before pausing and staring at him face to face.

“Do you know if it’s still in?”

He simply said, Till looking at Dewey baffled before replying.

“What?”

“The bullet. Is it in your neck or did it zip past ya?”

Till gagged at the memory, the feeling of finally seeing hope and then realising it was too late and that blast if pain as his neck throbbed more blood from the gaping wound. He looked sick as he tried to look around his surroundings before mumbling groggily.

“I-I dunno..”

“Fair enough, when your life flashes before your eyes you don’t really remember specifics.” Dewey joked with a grin before moving to touch Till’s neck, looking at the wound and examining it.