Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170206033953/@comment-4059927-20170208152309

Outside Jarrod and Parker Young were waiting. "How's Isiah?" Erick asked them, genuinely concerned. When Isiah was picked up he was barely conscious, his arm broken, blood pouring profusely down the side of his face where a brutal contusion could be found. He was currently in the nurses office.