He said to himself firmly, still crying and whimpering, "I can't let them kill you, my sister.
I am sorry I left you alone while you saved me. I am sorry, my dear sister.
Your leg is not healed yet, too.
I saw you holding it in pain as you fought for us.
You need to change the dressing, otherwise, it may infect your wound.
I will come and help you. Please, Hang on."
Noah talked to himself as he made sure his sister was fine.
Noah peaked, hiding in a bush, at his house and saw that the car that belonged to the gangsters, was gone.
Noah was getting more nervous, and tears wouldn't stop flowing from his eye, blurring his vision.
He thought, nervously, "Did sister kill them already? Did they run away because they were scared?
Is she alright?"
He can never see his sister dead.
She saved him from death, lining her life to misery without hesitation.
