Isaiah hadn't known what he had just called him, but at least they were in agreement about not going to a hospital. And the man was talking, which was an encouraging sign, or so he though. If the man left him to this by himself, Isaiah wasn't sure he could handle that without flipping out. He was barely holding it together as it was, leaned over, hands pressed white to the steering wheel. What surprised him even more was when the man continued speaking. Maybe he just had a backwards sort of sense of humor, or he had no understanding of priorities.<br/><br/>“I think that's a bit presumptuous of you right now. Given your current state, I wouldn't put money on you being able to fuck your way out of a wet paper bag,” Isaiah told him as they made their way through his apartment building and into his place.<br/><br/>“Uhh, I'm Isaiah,” he returned, a little too focused on the situation at hand for casual chatter. “It's a bit more cozy than bleeding out in an alley. At least here you get to bleed out all over second hand furniture.” He tone was even. He wasn't sure how to take the comment about his home. It almost seemed as if the man was cracking a joke. This wasn't exactly the time.<br/><br/>When he did set him down, there really wasn't all that much blood anymore. At least not open and profusely spilling. Maybe that meant his body was just clotting on his own, or he'd bled himself near dry. The man was calm, far more calm than he would have imagined possible after an attack. He wiped the blood staining that pale skin, which was mottled purple and blue but he could not find where he would have been opened up to cause so much blood. He was no medical professional, but flesh should not be able to just meld closed.<br/><br/>“Where are you hurt the most? This can't be it,” Isaiah spoke, and then looked down to his own clothing. He looked like he'd just butchered an animal. His clothing was stained all the way down his front where he'd pulled and pressed the other body to him to move him. His gray shirt was hardly distinguishable and his jeans were stained dark. He even had blood on his face. The man was coming clean and things were starting to not add up. His brows knitted together as he continued to clean him, but a hand came over his.<br/><br/>Isaiah looked to the stranger, and then stopped moving entirely at his words.<br/><br/>“Excuse me?” Isaiah started, and he almost laughed. “What sort of shit are you on, buddy? You look like you were skewered, and that's what you ask for.” He looked back to his body, moving the rag off, seeming to contemplate his next move.<br/><br/>“You still never answered me. Who did this? Why did they do this? Will they be trying to track you down?” All rather self preserving questions as far as Isaiah was concerned since he was directly involved. There were some people he did not care to cross. “Look, if shit went south with your drug dealer, I really need to know who it was.” He did not like to stir the pot if he could help it. Still, what would he had done if he'd said a name he didn't want to hear? Would he have left him out there? Maybe if he realized how<i>lively</i>he still was. Was he really as bad as he'd initially thought?<br/><br/>He remembered those words though. That man calling to him for help, and he sounded every bit as desperate and injured as he was. This no longer seemed like that same man. Now he wasn't asking for help. He wasn't talking about how much it hurt. He was asking for a kiss..<br/><br/>Isaiah could tell the man was of a form, now that he was in the yellow light of his apartment. He could tell he was young, maybe around his age. He couldn't tell just how handsome he was because his face looked like it had taken some beating. Isaiah dipped the towel back into the water and leaned over Kais. He placed his right hand between the body and the couch, so that he didn't press against any of the bruises. With his other hand he wiped over the man's face, eventually coming to drag it over full lips which he wasn't sure where because they were swollen, or they were just that way naturally.<br/><br/>He dropped the cloth onto the man's collar bone, and closed the distance between them. The kiss wasn't hesitant. Intimacy with a stranger was something he was pretty used to. He actually didn't mind it, if it would bring the other man some measure of comfort. It was harmless. He parting his mouth and ran his tongue along Kais' lips, tasting the metallic hint of blood where had hadn't gotten everything. It reminded him a little bit more how ridiculous this situation was.<br/><br/>Isaiah pulled away a moment later, lifting his eyebrows in expectation.<br/><br/>“Happy? Now can you start taking some of my questions seriously?” He didn't know what he might be finding out.. He hoped it was something he could understand, rather than something that only added to the confusion. He was confident at this point that he did not know this man.