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Thrie smiles seeing Alyson apologize like that. He' snot just enjoying the scene, just that he didnt think someone like her would come back and apologize like that. What surprised him more was that she gave him a gift. Thrie looks up and sighs, being a high school student isnt any easier, now that you think of it.

Well, if he has to be a high school student, he'll act like one. Thrie pats the gangs on the back "Welp, this is your school. And your brought this mess upon it. Now clean up the soccer field, its a mess. Hehe" Thrie saids.

Before the gang could give any say so in it, Thrie hurries over to Alyson's group with arms wide open. "Konichiwa! And where is everyone off to? Cant leave grand-o-Thrie behind now, can they? Well actrually you can but... hey I fight to not allow it"

The gang watches Thrie's brilliant display of stupidity and sighs. "Come to think of it, how did that guy ever end up fixing this gang problem thing?" One of the member askes.

Tim laughs and smiles "I guess he's just one very lucky guy. Well anyway... lets clean some of this thing. And since its getting late, when we're done. Its Party time!"

The gang cheers and starts cleaning up the soccer field of its mess.

Thrie releases Mae and walks by her. In a whisper he replies to Mae "Yes, i know she's mad at me. She's been mad at me for quite some times. And vice versa, we've been... well, arguing with each other for quite sometimes lets just say. Dont worry about it. Food now!"

Thrie says as he tugs Mae along closer to the group. "What do your plan to eat today? Lets order... 99 chickens!"

Jayce snaps back at Thrie quickly "Are you nutz? We cant eat 99 chickens!"

Thrie blinks and then comes back with a smile "Ah no worries! 99 platers of chicken on the wall, 99 platers of chicken! La la la la la"

Thrie leans over to see what Jayce was doing. Figures, a magic user. Thrie wasnt much of a magic person. In the world of today, magic would equal to fire support such as artillery, air strikes, and naval support.

Thrie looks toward the windows and then at the table they're sitting at. "You know, this is the worst strategic place ever. We're somewhat in the middle of the room, a little close to the windows and objects that has the potential to be sharpnels. Man, even though with that many odds, the all so great Chicken Alfredo makes any day good. How much longer do we have to waiitttt?"

Thrie scratches his head as Jayce pulls out some fundings. "Geeess, dont get trigger happy because your Angel is around. Or you'll go broke. Shesh, heh."

Thrie reaches over and pushes Mae's jaws up, shutting her mouth.

Thrie stares at his plate as it is placed infront of him. Chicken alfredo. Those grilled chicken sliced into dices, embedded in the noodles and all around. And covered by creamy white alfredo sauces. Thrie ends up having his lips hanging slightly out as he grabs the pepper and cheese shredder and sprinkles them on top o fhis plate.

"Bon appitit!" Thrie says with a french accdent before he dives in.

Thrie looks over the table to observe the injury. "Man, you really out done yourself this time. With that much blood, your still saying your fine."

Thrie looks around the diner. "Im sure the manager or assistant manager will be nice enough to lend us their office for this kind of situation. I'll go find a first aid kit, the Military kind that Alyson is talking about."

Thrie stands up and rushes out of the diner, he looks around and thinks of which store sold one that would be large enough for this kind of wound. Hong Kong isnt the place where you can just walk down the street and find a Walmart super center. Majority of the stores are managed by somebody for a specific purpose.

He got an idea where he might get one and starts running down the street. He's got to hurry, thats for sure. He just hopes the small first aid kit at the Diner will hold out long enough for him to get back.

Thrie watches stores pass by him one after the other. None sold first aid kits because they were mainly stores for the teenagers. Such as comic stores, VCD-DVD stores, Musics stores, snack bars and concesion stands, McDonald!.

Thrie finally came to the end of the street and crosses the busy highway. Cars and buses honking their horns when Thrie ran infront of them almost getting hit. Thrie crosses the road and steps on the business block. He runs into the first store and heads straight to the survival isle, or corner in this case. He ran his eyes across the cases of first aid supply until he comes across an expensive, huge backpack one.

He pulls it off the shelf and goes to pay for it. But there was a line. "Damnit..... im taking too long... i might not make it back in time. I hope she can hold on. God, she is such a stupid girl!"

Thrie grabs his money and just climbs over the shelf. He drops extra money at the cashier and opens the backpack so he could put his arms through the strap and wear it on his back. Thrie yells out behind him as he ran to the exit "Its an emergency!"

Thrie runs back out of the store and crosses the road. This time, he made a miscalculation and gets clipped by a bus. Thrie crashes against the road and looks up. A taxi hits the break trying to stop before hitting Thrie. Thrie knew the vehcile wont stop in time. He gets on his knee, plants a feet in place and kicks upward as hard as hard as he can, trying to gain speed. The taxi cab runs into Thrie pushing him out of the way. Thrie lands on the side walk with a good bits of bruise and cuts. But inside, he was much hurt.

"How trouble some... as an officer, im dodging bullets and waging war across the world. As a civilians, im just another average person." Thrie rolls over and gets up. He starts running but staggers after feeling a sharp pain through his left leg. He didnt care, he just forced himself and ran as best as he can back to the diner.

He prays he made it back in time and pulls the medical backpack off his back and throws it to the table where Alyson was sitting. Thrie collaps on the floor, happy that he made it back and tries to rest up so he can assist, if needed.

Thrie grumbles angrily as he turns Alyson over and scoots both of them clsoer to the medical backpack. He lays her down on her back and grabs the medical supplies. He looks over at all the bloody clothings and bandages and makes an estimate of how server she has become. He grabs a large gauze some antispetic medicine. Smears the medicine on the gauze and removes Alyson's current bandages. He puts the gauze on the wound and grabs a pressure dressing from the back pack. He ties it around her stomach and unrolls a roll of bandage. He begins wrapping the bandage around her stomach and then begin to come to a dead in. Seeing as he only lifted up her shirt to wrap her stomach and he needed to wrap the bandage.... another way to complete the procedure.

"Bloody hell! What am i hesitationg for!" Thrie grumbles words out at march III speed as he hurried himself. He pulls Alyson's shirt off and continues wrapping the bandages, over her shoulder and then around her abdomen, over the shoulder a couple more times and then one more time around the stomach. And then finishes it up putting a thick wrap over the shoulder and back down to the abdomen. He splits the bandage in half and ties a non-slip knot. He tugs on the edge of the bandages lightly to check for any loose ends he might have left due tot he swiftness.

He takes off his high school coat and puts it on Alyson, then buttons the shirt up looking off to the side with a narrow eyes and annoyance.

He just had to say it one last time "Stupid girl......."

Thrie staggers as he gets himself up, some sprain and bruise hurting him a bit. Thats one thing good about the a war, no combat vehicles, such as tanks and APCs drive that fast to hurt you in a road kill.

"I'll be fine... i hope" Thrie whisper to himself as he picks up Alyson and carries her in his arm.

"But we should get her home.." Thrie suggests as he walks over to the exit then stops.

"So.... Anyone know where she lives?" Thrie turns around to askes.

"Ah... of course... She can stay at your place, Sanye. According to school's record, your house is the closest." Thrie thought up.