"Hey, kid, don't worry. You're safe now," Roy said, his voice firm yet gentle as he lifted the badly bruised and bleeding child off the ground. The child's frail body trembled in his arms, his face ashen, and his eyes closed.
No child should have to suffer like this, he thought.
For a moment, it seemed as if the child had given up hope, resigned to his fate. His eyes had already closed, and his breathing was shallow. Roy could feel the child's body growing colder by the second. The child's life force was flickering away, and something had to be done fast, or else he would die.
Roy cradled the child in his arms, careful not to aggravate his injuries. "Hang in there, kid. You're stronger than you think," he whispered, his voice laced with a faint hint of hope.
The child's eyelids fluttered open, and he looked up at Roy, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. "C-Can you...can you save me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
