STATIC → newt , tmr [EDITING ; VERY SLOW UPDATES]

chapter v

"Jorge?" Newt called out. The group turned to look at him and Tiago. "I think he might pass out soon."

As if on cue, Tiago felt his eyes flit shut, despite how hard he tried to hold them open. He lost his grip on Newt, slipping slightly. Newt cried his name in alarm, and Tiago managed to secure his grip again, holding tightly onto Newt's jacket. He blinked his eyes open again, a groan leaving his lips.

"We're gonna get you some food, alright?" Jorge said from beside him, hoisting Tiago's other arm over his shoulders. Tiago didn't let go of Newt's jacket, still clinging tightly just in case he slipped again.

"We gotta find somewhere to sit him down," Teresa said, "is there anywhere close?"

Tiago knew Jorge didn't trust the city at all. He only knew how to maneuver through it because of Marcus in the past; he never hung around longer than he had to. Tiago, however, came to the city frequently in need of things for his bow. He was an acquaintance of many city people, mainly because they needed his skills with a bow to help them out occasionally, and in exchange they fashioned him arrows or gave him cleaning supplies, sometimes even good city food. Tiago was always appreciative. 

"Tiago?" Jorge questioned.

"'m thinking," Tiago mumbled, closing his eyes again. He screwed them up slightly as he tried to think.

"If we can't find anywhere, we can just―"

"Kim's," Tiago eventually murmured, loud enough for only Newt and Jorge to hear. Tiago felt Jorge tense under him, but he chose to suppress the anger inside him for now. He knew they needed to rest, and Kim's old place would give them the shelter they needed. "She's got a, uh ... Near Alex's store, y'know?" He was talking to Jorge specifically now. "Alex Bonthron, he gives us squirrels and rabbits sometimes. Kim's old place is near there."

Jorge nodded in understanding, moving out from underneath Tiago's arm. Tiago grunted slightly as pressure was put back on his bad leg. Jorge gestured Minho to help, and Minho rushed to grab Tiago's arm and pull him up again. 

"Teresa, you're coming with me," Jorge instructed. "We'll find some food and meet you at Kim's old place. Make sure Tiago stays awake. He can guide you through the city, he knows it better than I do. Keep your heads down, because if someone else finds you, I can't protect you, and neither can Tiago anymore. Alright?"

The four boys nodded. Jorge removed Tiago's backpack off his shoulder and pushed it into Tiago's weak grip, and then he and Teresa were walking off to the right, leaving the boys standing awkwardly in the middle of the bustling street.

"End of the street, there's a map somewhere," Tiago muttered.

"Alright, you comfortable?" Minho asked him, gripping his arm a little tighter.

"No," Tiago huffed out with a breath of laughter, "but it's fine, just get moving."

The group moved as quickly as possible down the street. Tiago's leg was throbbing again, but he knew he didn't have any fresh bandages. When they reached the map at the end of the street, Tiago mapped out the route they'd have to take.

"That's pretty far," Newt muttered, glancing down at Tiago's pale face, "you think you can make it without passing out?" he asked, concern furrowing his brow.