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There was a trace of blood on the tree where the boy's face had been hit.
"Hey, I think you broke his nose, calm down," said the redhead in a conciliatory tone.
"Tell your bitch of a boyfriend to calm down," answered the other youngster, brunette and muscular, "there's no reason he should get in between my pokemon's fight."
"Seriously, Yanny," he turned to talk to the boy, "was that necessary?"
"And the damn critter got away. If he ever does that again I'll kill him." The Krokorok behind him growled in agreement.
"Shut up, Kevs. What were you expecting? He thinks they're kids," spoke the girl with black hair and eyeliner. "We can get you some other thing if you wanna fight so badly, there's tons of pokemon."
The boy opened his mouth to speak but ended up coughing up blood. Everyone stared at him awkwardly.
Someone who hadn't spoken until then, the blonde girl with glasses, raised her hand as if asking for permission. "We should take him to the hospital."
"Yeah obviously, genius, but what are we gonna tell them?" The other girl rolled her eyes.
"No way I'm getting detained because of him." The youngster crossed his arms.
"You could just not come along." The redhead shrugged.
"You think with our history they're not gonna ask about me when they see him with you?"
The black haired girl frowned. "Well, but we can't just leave him alone."
"Why not? He brought this on himself."
The redhead swatted him on the shoulder. "Come on dude, don't be such a dickhead."
"You're asking too much from him." The black haired girl chuckled. "Just let me bring him in."
"And what's the story, huh? You carried him all the way back from the forest?" the youngster shot back. "Whatever we do, it's gonna involve all of us."
The sun was starting to set between the branches of the forest and the boy was still sitting on the floor in silence, his nose still bleeding. His shirt kept getting more stained as the group kept arguing.
"Everyone shut up! It's not like we killed him!" the blonde girl intervened, nervously fidgeting with her hair. "We could just say he tripped and end it there. It might sound simple but if the four of us give the same testimony, they have to believe us."
The others looked at her slightly surprised but her words seemed to placate them.
"Hey that's not a bad idea... And I imagine you're not gonna go against us." The youngster shot a smirk at the boy.
"That's right! You're not that much of a party pooper!" added the girl with eyeliner, but she was the only one who tried to help him stand up.
He didn't even look at them, he was starting to feel dizzy. "...aigh'," he whispered.
"Well, try not to get any on the seats." The redhead started walking towards the car. Before getting in he muttered, "I love you Yanny, but sometimes you make it so hard to like you."
