Survival Of The Fittest

Aion still felt like crap after Chester had left. But this was not the time for him to be a little bitch about it. Unless the head injury would get a lot more serious and worse for him. Then he should definitely think about resting or asking Amos for help again. He wondered if the other boy was getting sick and tired of babysitting his ass. Well, no point in him worrying about it. They really needed to get a move on. He didn't want to suddenly collapse dead without doing anything useful anyway.

"Ready to go, Amos?" He asked while getting his belongings ready and he focused unsteady on the other teenager.

((Aion Rhodes continued in Possession))

With good luck and a turn, Chester was soon gone. It was just Amos and Aion left. Amos tapped his foot against the floor, contemplating how to deal with Aion's injury on their way out of this place and over to the research station.

He was snapped out of it by Aion, holding up his stuff and ready to go. His face seemed a bit slack, but otherwise, he appeared better, but you could never guess with these kinds of injuries.

"As long as you keep yourself on your feet, yeah." He said as he gathered his bag and helped the other boy out of the building.