When Deneil hears Daz call him an ugly Arab, it's not the slightly racist undertone to it that gets to him. He's heard remarks like that over and over again. He's immune to them. It's the ignorance of Daz that makes him laugh and he immediately feels a lot smarter and "above" him already. "I'm not Arabic you thick prick. My dad's Pakistani with some Mexican and Filipino roots and my mother is white, like yourself and you're little mates. That's the end of the matter. Let's not bring race up again, yeah?" Deneil pushes Daz by the chest with great force. He chucks his glass onto a little grass mound next to him, deciding not to use it as a weapon. "Fuck me up? Mate, you probably need help tying your shoelaces. Don't fucking start." He then looks over at Matt and just gives him the middle finger with that same smug look on his face.

Deneil throws his hands up to protect his face from a second hit. His nose was just on the mend but still a little tender so the punch was excruciatingly painful. It wasn't hard enough to break it again but striking the sensitive, bruised area was still far from pleasant. As the gang start to hit him, Deneil swings out, catching a few of them with his deadly punches. He isn't as swift as the other guys but Deneil's very powerful so when he connects, they definitely know all about it. On the ground, Deneil kicks his legs out and smacks Matt right in the shin with his big heavy winter boots. "I ain't going nowhere, bruv." Deneil doesn't care about the others surrounding him and gets straight back onto his feet, swinging at and targeting Matt. "Come here you fucking little prick!!"

Deneil coughs and holds onto his stomach after being punched hard. All of the hits are obviously hurting Deneil but he tries his best not to show it. In his mind he is realising that he might not get out of this in one piece but he'll never let them know just how much they're harming him. After every swing and connection he receives, Deneil sucks it up and continues his attack with that smarmy look on his face which makes Matt's blood boil. Pretending to be unfazed by it all only encourages Matt and his friends to come at Deneil harder every time which isn't a good idea on Deneil's part but he'd rather endure pain than admit he's outnumbered and ultimately defeated. He looks Matt dead in the eye when he is grabbed by the collar. It's the silence and the air of arrogance surrounding Deneil that really gets under Matt's skin and Deneil plays on that. "Really? I am? Could've fooled me, mate. You guys can't fight your way out of a fucking paper bag." Deneil speaks calmly with that usual hint of smugness but suddenly rages and grabs Matt by the throat with his powerful right hand, bringing him closer while crushing him. Their foreheads are against one another's and Deneil yells right at him at an almost deafening volume. "I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE FUCKING WITH, LITTLE MAN. BACK THE FUCK AWAY BEFORE I BREAK YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE NECK. FUCKING LOWLIFE, PATHETIC LITTLE CUNT!"

Deneil doesn't even see Tommy coming from the side of his eye. He's far too busy focusing on Matt, applying pressure to his throat and doing everything he can not to headbutt him again. Growing up on a rough estate and eventually living on the streets of London, Deneil's unfortunately received knife wounds before but none to this extent. Many parts of his body has been slashed and cut by a blade before and he was once stabbed in the thigh with a pocket knife but none of that could have prepared him for what Tommy just did. Every inch of the long, sharp blade pierced and entered his side with blunt force. Deneil didn't even turn to see what had happened, he just knew that he'd been stabbed. His body turns cold from head to toe as the deadly weapon is withdrawn and his grip on Matt loosens. Deneil stumbles backwards and holds onto his side, letting out a tremendous and pain fueled yell. The side of his white shirt has turned a horrible deep red and the patch continues growing. He falls to the ground in a heap, holding onto the wound and bleeding heavily. "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!!!! YOU BASTARD....YOU FUCKING BA....AAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Deneil lays there in excruciating pain, wanting to hold onto the wound but being unable to stand the sensation of anything touching it. His hand is completely red and dripping with his blood as he grabs onto Matt, covering him in it too. Moving about to get the jacket around his waist was killer and almost unbearable for Deneil which is why he grabbed onto Matt for support and comfort, not caring about their feud. Not that he's suddenly forgiven Matt for everything and, having the choice, someone else would be by his side right now but he is thankful to have somebody here. Deneil has never felt anything like this before. Although it's only his side that's been stabbed, an intense suffering is felt throughout his entire body. He wants to throw up too, feeling extremely weak from all the blood he's losing. Matt's jacket is soaked through in a matter of moments. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AHHH!" He holds onto Matt even tighter, trying to fight through the agony caused by Matt applying pressure to the gaping wound. His breathing becomes faster and sharper, looking directly at Matt. It's a way of communicating that he's relying on him without having to say it out loud.

Deneil slouches against the wall, unable to hold himself up for much longer than five seconds. It isn't so much the pain that's crippling him now, it's how faint and helpless that he's feeling which is stopping him from standing up. "Matt....I can't...I can't......AHHHHHHHHHH!" he holds onto his side and closes his eyes before focusing on his breathing, trying to slow it down as he's really panicking now. Holding onto Deneil causes Matt to become covered in even more blood. Although none of them want to say it, it is looking pretty grim for Deneil. He's lost a hell of a lot of blood and an ambulance hasn't even been phoned let alone enduring the long wait for it to arrive. He holds eye contact with Matt with a knowing look in his eyes. Deneil knows that he might not make it. "How does it look? Please...just fucking be honest," he whimpers, closing his eyes tightly and gritting his teeth.

Deneil continues looking up, not directly at Matt but the night sky instead. Their eyes do connect whenever Matt looks down but it's as if Deneil is in his own world, looking right through him. No matter how many people come over to help, how much he's pushed and pulled around, he doesn't react much. Deneil appears to be fixed on a certain point directly above him. His breathing seems much more relaxed and he appears extremely calm and although it seems like a good thing at first, seeing the amount of blood oozing through the thick layers and his lack of engagement is worrying. It's just like he's given up and is numb to everything going on around him. He is silent for a while before snapping out of his daze and sheepishly looks at Matt again. "That guy's a knob," he jokes in a rather quiet, defeated sounding voice. Deneil closes his eyes and swallows hard as he hears faint sirens in the background.

A couple of hours later, Deneil wakes up in hospital, disoriented and a little frightened at first. Deneil had lost consciousness in the ambulance and everyone feared the worst. He came back around but then had to be sedated in order for the surgeons to operate and was then put on a drip, supplying him with a strong painkiller which also messes with his head slightly. It takes a minute for him to gather his thoughts and the last thing he remembers clearly is being in an alleyway, slouched against the wall with Matt next to him. Everything after that is either a blur or totally not in his head at all. Being shirtless, Deneil feels the cold so he attempts to move the covers up a little higher but then he sees the huge bandages wrapped around him and his heart sinks. He promised Mandy that he wouldn't get into any more trouble and now look at the state of him. Deneil can barely cope with all the guilt he feels, knowing that Mandy has probably been informed already and that she must be feeling sick to her stomach with fear and worry. He turns and sees Matt sitting next to him. Rather than fire venomous words at him like he would have done before, he gives a halfhearted smile, not only because he feels weird about showing Matt appreciation but also because he's still feeling very weak. Deneil is mixed race but looks ghostly white compared to Matt. He lost an obscene amount of blood and endured a lot of trauma in such a short space of time. "You stayed?"

Deneil tries to shuffle around to find a more comfortable position and gain more heat but the slightest movement severely hurts him despite the painkillers. "FUCK!" he yells out, sounding like he was stabbed all over again. Deneil closes his eyes and winces in pain. It's going to take a lot of getting used to. Tommy really got him good. Every inch of the blade entered his side with great force at such a close range. "Well so would you after being stabbed in the side. You already look fucking terrible as it is." Deneil jokes with a little jibe. He isn't sure where they both stand with one another. Granted, Matt stayed and saved his life but that's what any decent human being would do. It doesn't make them best of friends now. "Why did you save me? I know you think I'm a total cunt. For fuck sake, you've pissed over my jumper and called me things with such hatred and conviction behind them. You and your mates kicked me when I was down on the pavement. Why am I still here, Matt?"

Deneil looks around the room, wondering if he would do the same for Matt. The Khans have witnessed their fair share of death growing up and to them, it's something they can walk away from. Deneil has been involved in fights resulting in death before and Billy has done much worse. He feels bad for thinking that had it been the other way around, Deneil probably would have walked away but at the time, he wasn't exactly expecting Matt to hang around either. "Well I'm still alive, bruv. Still going to be an annoying little cunt and it's all thanks to you." Deneil chuckles a little but stops when he realises that even the movement that happens during laughter causes him pain. "Mate, you think this is going to hurt even when I fart? Fuck that, man." Deneil thinks to himself for a moment, fighting over whether or not to swallow his pride and show appreciation to Matt or not. It's a Khans biggest downfall - protecting their pride. Slowly Deneil turns to face him and offers his hand out. "Thank you..."