"Alpha Winston had arrived from the attack. Meet him,"
Viola announced as she opened the oak door, resting her back at the side, wondering what I still did inside. My soul signaled that I sensed pain pinching my stomach and onto the other parts that were held when we ran. Feet detect the same sense as the other system.
Slowly, I sat on the bed, uncovered myself from the bedsheet, and let my feet land on the floor as I perceived how cold it was. Luckily, there were slippers.
"Is he injured?" I asked.
I hold on to the closest closet to support myself. Viola was about to run towards me to help, but she saw me standing thoroughly, thus she remained standing.
"Do you wish to see him being injured? Blood that will cover his body?!" She was stunned as she opened her eyes wide.
What did I reply for her to react that way? What I meant differs from what she understood.
