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"Fuck!" Rivers cried out as he watched the scene go down before him. He stood, watching in awe for a moment as Roswell battled the beast before noticing a tusk enter into his arm. Tossing the sticks to the side he rushed over to where Roswell was kneeling on the ground, only for a brief moment did his eyes go to the boar that stumbled around in the grass for a brief moment before falling heavily to the ground with a squeal. "Dammit," he cursed again, gently moving Roswell's arm to get a better look at the wound. "You're not bleeding out on me, you hear?" He growled out, slipping the plain white tee he wore over his head.

He managed to rip the shirt into two; wrapping one half around the open wound while tightly tying the other slightly above the wound to stop the blood from flowing too quickly. He didn't question his thought process, it was probably something he'd picked up in a movie or some drama TV show his mother always loved to watch.

Pale hands stained slightly with blood gently lifted Roswell's head up, running a hand through blonde and black hair as moss green eyes searched for blue. "Hey, Ross? You did it alright? You got us food. Now I know you're probably hurting all over, but I need you to come back to the others with me okay?" Slowly he tried to pull the other boy up without jostling him or hurting his already battered body too badly. "Just lean on me as much as you want, I can take it. I'll get you sitting comfortably by the boat and I'll come back for the sticks and the meat."

Green eyes turned towards where the boar lay silently, not a breath leaving it's body anymore. Carefully, without moving Roswell too much, he reached down and pulled the knife from the creature's chest. Flicking the blade back into its closed position he stuck the pocket knife back into Roswell's pocket, not wanting to lose what could be one of their few weapons.