There are other voices and a light. It moves over Julian disinterestedly, then focuses on his would-be killer. The others are policemen, Julian can tell that much. He hears the hunter speaking to them, spinning a tale of two mates on a night out, too much to drink, and the short, merry walk home. He clutches at his belly, every movement sending sickening waves of agony through him. He tries to raise his head, tries to speak, to beg for help. Perhaps he can convince the policemen that he is a human boy, a helpless young victim in need of protection. He's done it before. Perhaps they can help him - or at least hold the murderous hunter back - long enough for Julian to regain his strength and make his escape.
"Please...help me. Please don't let him kill me."
The words come out in a faint whisper. He swallows, tries again, but he's too weak. He lies there, panting, the grass cool against his cheek. Tears sting his eyes and he wishes again for Leo. Leo would keep the hunter from hurting him again. Leo would make it all right.
But Leo's not here. All Julian can do is lie there and wait to die.