Dagger wakes up to see that Stella was carrying him. He doesnâ€™t remember what happened for a few moments and then remembers.<span style="font-style: italic"> Damn demonâ€¦Iâ€™m glad itâ€™s dead.</span>He thinks. He wasnâ€™t happy about being carried like a weakling. â€œLet go of me! Iâ€™m not a child that needs carried, let go of me now!â€ he snaps as he begins to wriggle and try to get out of her grasp, so he could try and walk. Wriggling then caused her to drop him and he fell on his back. Then he tries to get back up, but ends up falling on his face.<span style="font-style: italic"> Damn it! I lost too much blood, Iâ€™m too weak to even stand on my own two feet.</span>He thinks as he feels Stella picking him back up. They soon arrive at the park shelter. He rolls his eyes. â€œThis sucks. I hate being so weak.â€ He says once she put him down. He tries getting up to walk again and falls again.  He lets out an irrtating souding sigh and then punches the ground. â€œDamn it all.â€ He mutters just loud enough for her to hear. He then sits up and leans against an object and sighs. He was stubborn and would try getting up again.<br/><br/>He tried getting up to walk again, fighting against himself. Of course he falls back again. Then he begins to curse in the Romanian language. Then he punches the ground again and lets out a sigh of defeat.<span style="font-style: italic"> I guess I should just sit hereâ€¦and sheâ€™s going and end up taking care of meâ€¦joyâ€¦</span>He thinks. He hated when people tried taking care of him, he would have rather taken care of himself, he was just that stubborn. He sighs again and then leans against an object again. Then he looks down at his shirt, it was soaked it blood, tattered and torn. He rolls his eyes and rips the shirt of completely. There was a small wound, about the size of a half dollar where he had been impaled by the piece of metal.