He groans and felt like someone ran him over with a steam roller. They hadn't but they had done a number on him. He struggles to a semi-sitting position. He had heard them drive off. He coughs up a bit of blood. "I got my ass kicked. What does it look like?" he asks. Coughing a bit as it hurt to speak. Shaking his head. "I didn't get into an accident. Had a one sided discussion with men and their fists. They did a number on me. Took it out on the car me and Han built together. We made it from the lugnuts up." He groaned and held his stomach. He puts a hand on the one with the phone. "No." He says. Struggling to his feet. Looking at her. "I can walk...I think." He pales a bit. "Damnit...they ruined it. Damnit...I can't fix that...only Han could've fixed it." He says sadly.<br/><br/>Leaning against the tree. When he lifted his head you could see the black eye. The busted lip and the blood trailing down from his nose. He wiped it away. "Some goons...and a big wig in black. Grabbed me and started yelling stuff at me. I only gathered some of it. They were pissed. Something about saying Han made a fool of him. I said so what? If Han showed you whats what I don't give a damn. He has it out for you. He said he hated Han. Wanted me to do something to hurt Han and the one he cared about. They didn't like my answer. I spit the blood they were causing in their face. I said no. I wouldn't do that to Han or anyone he cared about. He hated Han and I told him I didn't give a fuck why. He could go fuck himself. Blacked out after that." he says truthfully.<br/><br/>Standing up on shakey legs. His pants had tears in them from the scuffle. Walking over to his wheels. He places a hand on it. "This was something Han and I saved up to make. He finished it...my sixteenth birthday present. Which is why unless you have a mechanic as good or better than Han...my car, she'll be resting in the driveway from now on." He shakes his head. "Know anyone who hated Han with a passion? I plan to kick his ass next time I see him." He says. Letting out a hiss of pain. Holding his stomach.