They had arrived in front of the door. "I'll open it," Sheloah whispered and Shannara nodded.
Sheloah held the doorknob and she opened the door slowly. She was surprised to see Tyler bloodied up and his uniform had worn out.
"Tyler!"
Sheloah shouted his name the moment he showed his vulnerability. She caught him and had supported him up, as they walked towards the couch. Shannara closed the door as soon as they went inside.
Sheloah let Tyler lie down on the couch and she started assessing his body. He looked really hurt, but she knew that Tyler had prioritized his escape.
"Tyler, I'm sorry. I already told you not to follow me, didn't I?" Tyler just moaned in pain as Sheloah removed the button of his shirt one by one, slowly.
She saw scratches on his chest. Good thing his wounds weren't that deep or else, Tyler would have suffered too much.
