Davion and Donte were tossed back. Davion had a split second to react, he pulled Donte into his embrace and cushioned the impact into the floor and furniture, only stopping at the entrance to the kitchen. "Donte, Donte are you okay?" Davion called out as he slightly pulled Donte back so he could see his face.
Davion's heart sank, he was too late, Donte had gotten injured and was knocked out. "Hey, hey, come on little buddy, stop playing games with me... Wake up, please?" Davion said as he brought up his hand and tried to slightly tap Donte's cheek but the sound was off. Davion's eyes rounded, he started to turn his trembling hand and saw that it was already covered in blood.
