That's how he found him, Unconscious...slumped in the road. Muscles Twitching and bleeding. Mason clutched the car door handle. Until Brett with Lightining Speed grasped his arm.

"That's a were, you're not going near that" Brett told him.

"He's hurt"

"He's holding up Traffic. I'll deal with it" Brett said.

He got out of the car and walked over to the stranger, twisting and turning on his side.

"Hey, you're blocking my Lexus, and if your Hobo were blood touches my Wheels..."

"Brett, stop being an ass and help me" Mason said.