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On a cold rainy night down a dripping ally way an unsuspecting soul would be met with a horrible fate. Dylan sported a simple hooded sweater with a nice home made scarf that wrapped tightly against his neck holding in the warmth. On top of that was a grey knit beanie which covered over his snow white hair. It was almost too quick to react to when he felt the pointed object at his back and the hand across his mouth to hold in any screams. He could feel the cold blade as it dug into his back which sent muffled screams through the muggers gloved fingers. He could feel blood leaking down his back almost feeling his senses go numb as his body thudded against the wet soggy asphalt. He could feel the character patting him over for any possessions. When his wallet shoes even the scarf he wore was taken he'd be left feeling a greater rain pour fall down upon his person. The cold rain almost felt relaxing as his senses would start to fade and dull feeling the ally spiral around him. He chuckled to himself as he would hear a loud scream in the distance wondering if someone had seen the act. His vision faded as the sound of the pouring rain was enough to make him pass out.

Warm...that was the feeling he felt when he awoke next.He felt a hand tightly holding his as he was in a dimly lit room that was unfamiliar to him and he could feel a bandage tightly wrapped around his stomach a reminder to him at the events that had taken place. His faded vision could barely make out a figure which was looking him over yet he'd find himself lose consciousness again. Dylan would wake once more to the sound of a humming male in the air. As he glanced to his side to see a blonde haired male with blue eyes, although from the angle he was at they looked more a magenta color. The male had a book in hand letting his eyes trail along the pages before looking at Dylan making him clomp his book closed with a smile,"Good to see you're not dead." The male said in a cheery tone although at this point Dylan was unsure just who he was talking to let alone have a proper way to thank who saved his life.

"That's all well and good but... who are you?"

"My name is Elliot and it's a pleasure to meet you too Dylan...I hope you don't mind that I checked your wallet. If you were dead I was gonna call your family, but it seems you avoided getting any organs hit lucky you. More so I was surprised that you had a wallet hidden away in your coat despite being mugged" Elliot grinned placing his book on his chair as he walked over to Dylan to examine his bandages

"I should be okay... and I always keep a spare wallet on me in case someone tries to mug me," he'd make an attempt to sit himself up finding himself unable to do so feeling lightheaded and disoriented when he tried to sit up from the couch he was lying upon. He'd lie in silence in the dimly lit room staring at the ceiling feeling a restlessness wash over him as he really wanted nothing more than to get home.

"Isn't someone the clever thinker, not clever enough to not get mugged apparently," The male spoke in a joking tone pushing the palm of his hand on Dylan's to prevent him from trying to sit up," You're gonna wanna stay still for the next few days you're lucky you got stabbed on the beginning of the weekend."

Dylan groaned not even wanting to think about school at a time like this tilting his head having never seen this student before looking him up and down at his slender form he couldn't have been more than a sophomore. Yet he'd been going to school and would be a Senior next year and having never seen this student before made him think that he'd been saved by stupid circumstance.

"Hey do you go to my school? I don't recall seeing you around." His tone was straightforward and almost invasive as Elliot blinked once at his question before answering.

"I live in the area I just changed schools the last school didn't take too kindly to me stitching a students hands together." Elliot spoke in an uncaring tone as he showed no remorse for the incident. "You know my sister Sarah. I've seen her in pictures with you from something from school."

The name brought a sigh to his lips as he put his hand to his neck feeling for the scarf that had been stolen off his person,

"Yeah I know Sarah she and I have a 7th period judo class. Well actually it's a club," He didn't wanna say much more lest he ramble. It was only a moment later that he heard a loud voice that jarred his senses, "What the hell? Dylan? What are you doing here?"

The lights of the darkened room would be lit up and he looked around to observe his surroundings realizing he was in Sarah's living room. Before he could answer Elliot came back into the room talking over anything he could utter," Dylan here got mugged and stabbed, none of his organs were hit so I was able to stitch him up." The way Elliot spoke made it seem like he was all too excited to stitch him up. Just the thought of process made his wound throb and ache like someone was grabbing his insides and squeezing tightly. This comment made Sarah walk over to her little brother to give him an exaggerated judo chop on the head.

"Just because you want to be a doctor when you grow up doesn't mean you can go stitching up random students, "She'd scold in a lecturing tone as Elliot held his head with an angered look in his eye.

"What the hell was I supposed to do just leave him to die? Come on Sarah it even turned out to be one of your stupid friends. Judo club my butt whats the point in practicing self defense if you can't practice it properly,"Elliots tone annoyed tone was more directed towards his sister than towards Dylan although he couldn't help but look at Dylan who lay on the couch in bandages.

At this point Dylan could keep his voice down no longer and spoke out among the arguing, "Excuse me! Look as far as anyone is concerned Elliot saved my life and I think he should be thanked instead of chopped in the head."

Sarah looked from Dylan to her brother back to Dylan again, "You really should go to a proper doctor though I can get my keys and drive you..."

At this mentioning he'd find the strength to sit himself up despite the pain he was in. He'd rather not add a hospital bill onto his list of worries. He'd make a grab for his hoodie which hung on the couch which was quickly swiped away by Elliot," If you're going to leave at least let me change your bandages one more time and check to see if the wound is clean and sealed up right."

"I'm fine," Dylan yelled in a harsh tone swiping his hoodie from Elliot's hand quickly slipping it on quickly making his way to the door which slammed shut behind him.

Elliot could only stand in stunned silence which was broken by a sudden outburst on his part, "What the hell was his problem?"

"Sorry Elliot, Dylan isn't the exactly the open type. Hell it took me kicking his ass to finally make him be my friend before that he wouldn't talk to anyone," Sarah spoke in a calm tone making her way towards the stairs to her room.

"Is he at least gonna be okay getting home I mean he didn't even have any shoes," Elliot spoke in a protesting tone.

"He lives next door dumbass" Sarah spoke with a grin before she disappeared upstairs.

Elliot slowly cleaned up the bloodied bandages and medical supplies making it as if there had been no unexpected guest at all. He'd notice Dylan's wallet on the side table letting a smirk pass his lips as he took the wallet before making his way upstairs to his room. He'd stow the wallet away in his desk drawer. He'd strip down to his shorts tossing his dirtied clothing into a hamper across the room before crawling under his covers letting a calm wash over him. I wonder how long it takes for genius to realize he left his wallet, he thought to himself closing his eyes enjoying the cool night breeze that passed through his window which enticed him to fall asleep.