"Luo Wanting?" Shi Ailin questioned.
He groaned, shifting in her arms. His breathing was harsh and ragged, low and deep in his throat.
"Should I call an ambulance?" She asked.
He shook his head. "N-no," he responded hoarsely.
Crap. Shi Ailin was afraid he'd say no. Some part of her knew that if she sent him to the hospital, it would attract too much unwanted attention, but she wasn't sure who's attention he'd be avoiding.
She didn't want just to leave him here. "Do you think you can stand? I'm going to take you to my home."
Luo Wanting, painfully, hoisted himself to stand up. Shi Ailin then caught him, placing his arm around her shoulders, supporting his back.
He groaned as they began to walk slowly. Shi Ailin glanced around the neighbourhood, thankful that there weren't any people idling around at night. "Don't worry. We're almost there," she told him.
