As Raka, Mickey, and Paps brought the kid in, Alimi quickly ran throughout the house, gathering gauz, medical tape, alcohol, rags, some smelling salts, a bucket full of rain water, and a leather glove. All of these she dropped off in front of Quin, then ran to see if the men needed any help getting the kid in. She kicked open the door, and immediately started scolding them for handling him with such roughness. "He's a kid for Zuh'ai's sake! Can't you ruffians do any better than that? If he dies, I want it to be because he was dumb enough to be snooping around during a storm, not because you three used him as a battering ram!" she hissed, ushering them over to the couch. Quinlan and Pandora immediately moved the table in front of it, and set the supplies on top of that. "Okay, Quin, hand me the alcohol. We'll need to get him cleaned up, and we all know how damn dirty this dump is. And I'm guessing he's been laying outside for a little while, so I don't even wanna know what could'a gotten into that wound by now." The Palowockee did as intructed, taking one of the rags and dipping it in the solution. Alimi took it from there, and gently rubbed it on and around the wound on the boy's head. Sure, it wasn't the idea way to treat it, but it was all they really had. Thankfully he was still unconcious, or the poor sap would've been screaming by that point. However, when Alimi had finished cleaning the wound and had started to wring that rain water out over the wound, he winced, and they all stepped away.
"...where, where am I?" the boy asked, his eyes barely open. He was hoarse, and couldn't really see much besides the faint, foggy outlines of four or five figures standing around him. Nothing was really clear, other than the horrible stinging pain on the side of his head. That was about all he could focus on. "Ah man. What'd I do?" he said, not really sure what had happened. Then, he slowly started to remember. The incident in the alley with that girl, following her to the abandoned building, and then... "Ah!" he screamed, realizing just where he was. He tried to get up, but fell back down immediately. "Please, I'm so sorry, don't kill me!"
"Kill you? Why the hell would we do something like that? If we wanted you dead, we'd have left you outside in the storm to rot. The fact that you're inside, and, now awake, means we didn't want you dead. Now, shut up, turn on your side, and let Alimi treat your wound, unless you really do wanna die. In which case, we'll just leave you here and keep going with our lives." Quinlan said, her back turned to the boy. He stared at her increduously, shocked by her cold, cruel tone and what she had just said to him. "Don't you think that was a little much, Quin?" Pandora asked. "No, I simply told him the truth." was her only reply. "Well, Alimi. He doesn't seem like he wants to die, so you'd better go ahead and wrap that wound up before something else gets into it again." "Huh? Oh, yes, You're right." the feline girl said, startled. She grabbed the gauz, and slowly wrapped it around his hair line, slowly tightening it. After several revolutions, she stopped, and tied a knot with the fabric. "There. That should do for now. Just don't make any sudden movements." Alimi said, obviously pleased with her work. "Oh, thanks. I mean, well..." the boy said, unsure of what he was supposed to do in his current predicament.