after that , it is all a blur ; as he walks slowly towards . . . nowhere . anywhere . he doesn't really have a plan , though he knows he has to come up with one fast , the convict distinctly aware of the trail of blood he is leaving in his wake .

   and then , someone is talking to him , not hostile , he is aware . but it's not just because they look friendly enough that simon will trust them . he backs away , more awake than he had been earlier , the stress of the situation making the adrenaline pump up once more . simon barks back , and the other ( either ever relentless , or a fool   –––   the convict isn't sure yet of which one it is ) continues . unbeknownst to the blood ocean's survivor , vivid red eyes glare at the blonde , and he huffs .

   "" i don't need your help ––– ""   even if his body tells him otherwise , the aching pain ever persistent .   "" get the fuck away from me ––– ""