A strange shock had come over him, not only from being attacked, but now by this. This had to be a dream, right? His eyes, dazed and watery from the beating moved from J-S to the man that was now dead on the ground, sucked dry of his blood. Chad never knew a black man could look so pale.
Some of J-S's words reached Chad's ears, but most of them were white noise in the background as he tried to cope with the fact that - no, this wasn't a dream. If it was, he would have woken by now.
He realized that he his heart was beating a mile per minute, that the adrenaline was starting to wear off and that the pain was beginning to creep in from all the places he had been struck. He touched his nose, where blood was still dripping from. He saw it on his fingertips, and then looked at J-S fearfully, as if he might be a shark drawn to the scent of blood.
"I think..." he said, not really knowing what he was going to say after, so he paused. Then he tried to push himself up, using the wall for support.
"I need to get home...I'm all fucked up." He chuckled a bit, but not because the situation was funny. It was just all so strange. The chuckle quickly turned into a wince, his body not liking the way it made his abs contract on his hurting ribs.
Then sirens sounded somewhere and Chad looked fearfully at J-S. It didn't mean that it had anything to do with them, there were always sirens sounding in the city, but if either of them were caught in this scene, it would be bad. J-S had just killed a man, and even though Chad was being beat, he was pretty sure the cops would still want to know how the man's blood got drained.