they are broken, flawed || [p, tapi]

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    Kyke tried to quickly grab the, over to him --
    But a single shot ran out and Token stumbled back in a flurry of sudden movements.
    A flash of red suddenly catching Kyle's vision as he turned to look at Token.
    "FREEZE!" one if the men farther away demanded.

    Overwelmed, Kyle quickly stumbled over as another bullet missed them.
    He quickly leaned down and grabbed both men, taking them somewhere. Anywhere.
    He had no clue where but it didint matter as long as they were away from here.

    Not well ballanced on his own feet as he was badly injured,
    Token stumbled slightly and clutched to his bleeding wound, wincing his eyes.
    Kyle stepped over to help the two men to their feet and look around quickly to see where they were.

    Kyle held his breath as he turned to look at the badly inured man.
    Shit. Why couldint Cas have taught him before all this happened anyways?
    "I would be very willing... But I'm not sure how."

    though he wasint sure what to do for Token, he couldint pass over Clyde's begging.
    He was like a sad rind faced puppy begging from its owner and the Jewish angel could not resist.
    He kneeled down to the man's levels and found the bullet wound,
    focusing on it and gently resting his hand a small bit of ways away from it to not hurt him.

    Clyde closed his eyes, murmuring something quietly in a foreign tongue, a few stray tears streaming down his cheeks.

    Kyle opened his eyes only to see nothing really changed.
    Token seemed to be growing weaker if anything, but being Token he was fighting it out.
    "Clyde, I'm fine.... Lets just go find Craig and the others before Tenorman does...." he coughed.

    Clyde quickly opened his eyes, looking like a scared puppy who just saw its mother get hit by a car. "You need to get better, Token. I'm not leaving until you get better." He looked over his shoulder as if expecting someone. "Why isn't he answering?!"

    "Clyde, calm down...." Token strained, knowing it was no use.
    The poor brunette had already witnessed his mother's horrifying death as a child
    And Clyde didint want to lose another important person in his sight again.
    "I need you to go with Kyle and find Craig...."

    "Clyde, I'm sorry...." Toekn whispered and closed his eyes.
    Kyle watched, horrified. He couldint do a single thing about it either. How weak of him.

    Tears were streaming down Clyde's face by now. What an ugly crier he was. He pulled Token close, burying his face into him. He only looked up when there was a tap on his shoulder. He snapped up, not sure whether to be relieved or angry. It was Castiel.

    Kyle stared with a sharp gaze, unsure what to think.
    This man had been guiding him this whole time before and then suddenly left him.
    Especially in times when he needed him the very most. What was he supposed to think?

    Cas pushed Clyde away lightly, resting a hand gently against Token's shoulder. He took a deep breath, letting his eyes slide closed. A bright light seemed to come from his hand, spreading across Token to the point of his wound.