Marlon was glad to see that he prevented more injury though feeling guilty he hadn't gotten into position before Aya was knocked out. He had seen Eden's concern for his son and it matched his own, but then again seeing Donovan act the way he did also angered him seeing the boy act high and mighty. He felt for Eden, especially given the trembling, because besides himself and his wife she knew his son best maybe better than them sometimes and it was a conflicting situation wanting to help Donovan but trying to prevent him from hurting others. He was keeping his calm listening to Eden while checking Aya who looked like she was going to be out for awhile prompting the bar owner to call for an ambulance just incase.

"It had to be done, but I know that ain't my boy talking in there, just doesn't seem right." Marlon said agreeing mostly with what Eden managed to get out and hearing her talk about the accident. "I went up to the hospital after a return trip, only got back here a couple days ago, but they seemed real afraid of him. His shoulder was shattered and he hit his head pretty hard from the truck, but yet here he is able to move and do as he will a couple months later. That ain't normal to heal from that so quick or so I've been told and apparently he was more hostile after that, at nighttime come to think of it."

Marlon hadn't quite thought of split personalities yet, he was not particularly savvy with medical knowledge, but he knew there was something wrong. His recount from the hospital was all he knew of the incident being unable to get ahold of his son until now and it made him wonder about how injured the boy had actually been. But one thing he did know was that Donovan had run for the woods and while he had gone on walks with him the boy knew them far better than him, though it gave him an idea of sorts come morning time.

"Eden, you ever go out there with him? Know someplace he might go to hide or the like?" Marlon asked thinking it might be better to find him than the other way around. After all Donovan was injured, lightly but still injured, and the way he was forced out he might go find a place to lick his wounds.

Unknowing to the group Donovan had been doing just that running towards a rather large tree near a creek, a spot he went to with very few other people though usually alone, but a good place to take shelter if forced to. He had run quite a ways to get there and laid up against the tree to rest and stay out of the rain but the light wound wouldn't last and the darker side knew it so it did its best just to let his body recover in the mean time having lost the adrenaline that carried him there. He might end up just staying there for the night, it was safe enough and his other half would wake up to some serious confusion, so it was a satisfactory plan.