"No. Stay with me, Dolemeck. I can't have you going zasypat on me," Ilya told him firmly, in a tone laced with worry. He could just see Dolemeck slipping away from him like that - close his eyes and never wake up. He's not sure he could take it. He kneels beside him, looking over the other boys' injuries, feeling his stomach twist at the sight of each wound he should have been there to prevent.

"Besides, when the teachers get here, they'll want to know what happened. So do I, actually. I... I was just walking and suddenly those people were everywhere. Dole, what did they do to you? Did-" Ilya catches himself, but barely. It's an insane idea that any of them would have done anything sexual to Dolemeck, if they really hate mutants. But his blue eyes still study Dolemeck's lower half with a sort of private spike of horror. "Just. Tell me what happened? Please, I need to know."