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Tommy didn’t know where he was only that he was in a forest, bleeding, and running. Wait why was he running again? Doesn't matter, but he thinks he hears someone shouting at him. Not that he can hear them anyway. He was just going wherever his feet took him and even through the fuzz covering his vision, he was dodging branches leaping over roots sticking out of the ground, and even throwing his body over uprooted trees. Though his successful getaway was soon stopped by something being thrown into his mid-back, tackling him to the ground. He turned his body from side to side to get the thing off of him but it was no use, he tried clawing at them, but that was no use too, he tried to get on his back to not be so vulnerable, but that was also no use. In the end, he decided to give up, letting fate have her way with however she pleased. He then felt so tired when finally let up with his fruitless attempts at escape, his legs sore, wounds now white hot as his chest heaved shallow breaths that his lungs screamed for more oxygen. The corners of his vision have black dots spreading like cancer on steroids til they completely engulfed his eyes, mind, and body. The last thing he sees before exhaustion takes over his entire being to sleep is silver eyes that look into his own in concern, and the silver eyes yelling; “Lilia! I got him!… Hey, it's gonna be ok, alright? Just stay awake for a little more for me.” and then it all goes black.