Stanley gripped Ryan's head between his hands after he tore Ryan's right forearm and threw it a few meters away.
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The red message flashed in front of Ryan's eyes. He could barely keep his consciousness with him.
"Fuck." He heard Professor, "I can not let you die. At least, I can not let you lose your consciousness." His voice was quick. Those words left his mouth so quickly.
Ryan was still in the air, he could feel a pool of blood flowing out of his right elbow. It all happened so fast that Ryan did not even have time to react.
"Does not matter anymore," Brandon talked to Devon, "He stepped in to help us, it becomes our responsibility to help him back. Does not matter who he is, what he is, why he is."
"But still. He listened to our conversation-"
"He. Saved us. We would have been dead already. Grab that." Brandon threw his hands.
