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Drake swore vehemently, more than irritated that Teito had worked him out. But, at the end of the day, he was getting what he wanted. Teito. He had known his reputation but knew also he would never align himself with any gang, certainly not a little league like his; getting Juran stabbed so he could hire Teito as a 'temp' had, he thought, been a stroke of genius. He'd deliberately left Juran unattended, no water, no food, so he'd be forced to walk about and fend for himself, minimal medical attention. He was sure he'd die. He hadn't banked on Teito taking a liking to the brat and tending to him himself. Let alone leave with him so he was losing both. But, this way he still won. He had both. He no longer cared if he had Juran or not as long as he had a fighter of Teito's reputation. "Done. Juran is yours and you're my fighter. Indefinitely." he agreed. "Get the brat a doctor and I'll pay the bill."

Juran just nodded and got up. He grabbed his hoodie and put it on with a little difficulty. He followed Teito. Just what deal had he made that got him a doctor at the boss's expense? How much had he tied himself to this gang? "Teito, what did you do?" he eventually asked him in a worried half whisper.

Teito did not answer his question until they were a safe distance from the old warehouse. He paled a little at his words. "But...I'm not worth it, giving up your freedom like that, I'm not worth that" he told him. He shook his head. "I'm not leaving without you. I'm staying with you." He was definite about that. Where would be go anyhow? Probably just end up fighting for another gang.

Juran smiled softly. No one had ever told him he was worth anything, cared for, not even Drake in the early years. Perhaps his parents had as a small child, mostly likely they had, but he didn't remember. He was pleased when Teito took his hand. He took him to a house where a young man answered the door and ushered them to a surgery room that was clearly originally a bedroom. When told to do so, he showed him the wound. "It seemed to be healing okay until I took the stitches out" he told him. "Now it's like this." It was very obviously infected, he'd need strong antibiotics, he knew that.

"Not Teito's fault, doc. I wasn't going to ask for help. Thought I was dealing with it okay myself but it just got worse 'n' worse. Yeah, I took the stitches out on my own. I disinfected with some gin. Stung like blood blazes. Morphine? Yeah, I like morphine" Juran said. There was no way he was going to admit just how painful his side had become again, a totally different type of pain that the original stab wound. "Guess I'm going to have yet another scar, huh?"

Juran was pleased to have the morphine to help with the pain of having the wound tended to. His head was a little swimmy but he was still perfectly aware. He looked at Iori then at Teito and raised an eyebrow. "Are you two related?" he asked, directing the question at either one of them.

Juran gave a small, slightly sad smile. "Must be nice, that" he replied. "To have family." He fell quite then until Iori was finished. "Yeah. Keep it clean, change the bandage. Not sure if I'll be able to get back in a few weeks or not. I'll try. Not really my call" he told him.