"Yo- you're not doing so well either," Patrick groaned out as he looked at Lucky whilst he tried to catch his breath, even talking was like a struggle to him because of how his lungs felt and all the cold that he had absorbed throughout all these days that he had tried his best to hold on to life.
Lucky just looked at him through his lashes as he was now on his threes.. you know, on his knees and one hand was helping in the support while the other hand held the point or rather the area that he felt the pain.
He closed his eyes and tried to take in more deep breaths, this time slower and calmer, hoping that it would help but it didn't.
"Stop it." He heard. Looking up at Patrick, the man was looking at his son, half unconscious.. so there was no way that he could have said that to him.
