All sounds become muffled and distant from Malia's ears. She was in a state of shock. She had entered a trance as she watched her beloved struggle for his life.
She kept staring at Richard's open wound in disbelief. He was supposed to heal. Richard was supposed to get better but he wasn't getting any better. Instead Malia was losing him right before her eyes.
Richard clutched her hands and held on to them as he rested his head on her legs. He was coughing up blood and he looked very pitiful.
Malia still hadn't said a word. The shooting had stopped. She was guessing the Odd Ones Out had already fled from their lair.
Ryan and Damon came rushing out of the car as they tried to revitalize him. They were doing their best to help their friend.
At that point, Malia found her voice.
