I placed Arthur's body at the side and wiped the tears cascading from my eyes. My heart ached as if a thousand needles rested upon my arteries. The sensation had an inkling comparison when I lost my parents with my own hands.
I did not want to lose someone dear to me all over again… My body and mind did not allow me to feel the unbearable pain for the third time.
My eyes wandered to Arthur, slumbering without a care in this world. However, despite his silent rest, his left hand quivered in fright… Every time he took a deep inhale, Arthur's left part would jerk, with a puddle of crimson liquid forming beside me.
All I cared about right now was to fix Arthur's amputated left arm from bleeding out.
"A-Arthur! G-Get a hold of yourself! Be strong for me... Don't leave me... You're the only one I have... You're the only one who believes in me," I cried, but the words never reached Arthur's ears.
