When he opened his eyes again, he could feel the dizziness abiding. He knew he had reached his maximum physical capacity.
His heart grew anxious, and a deep sense of helplessness overcame him.
If only he were Superman.
Alas, he was not.
He was presently upset with his powerlessness and inability to protect his brother. He swung his fist to the ground in uncontrollable anger; tiny red capillaries floated to the surface of his knuckles.
"Why are you doing this?!" Lisa held tightly to his fist.
Hasn't this fool suffered enough injuries?
He reached out to wipe away the perspiration on his face. Forcing himself to stand up, he swayed and his eyes blacked out once more, sending his body to tumble heavily forward!
She rushed to hold onto his center of gravity.
The moment she touched him, she could feel the mind-numbing chill on his skin.
