He was motionless and all that escaped his lips was a painful moan.
With the backdrop of absolute silence, the emotion brimming in the note was evident.
Somebody. Help.
Adam let out a mouthful of air breaking the silence and all eyes shifted to him. He inspected his clothes and was delighted to find an absence of slice marks.
Walking to the edge of the ring, he squinted his eyes and saw that the fellow isn't dead. But the dirt nearby his mouth had a red colouration which made Adam pivot around. Quickly, he noticed the signboard of the infirmary and the lady from before standing beside the door petrified.
Since the opponent's injury was his fault, Adam walked to the unconscious fellow and raised him. Supporting the fellow with his shoulder, every pair of eyes remained fixated on the two figures moving towards the clinic.
