"SISTER…" Clara called out as she entered the room to verify whether her sister was all right or not.
The lack of response terrified her and the silence engulfed her whole being.
It wasn't until a weak and muffled voice sounded out from behind her. She immediately jerked her head back to find Luke leaning against the wall; completely disheveled and hurt from several bleeding wounds.
Clara lunged in his direction and sat down on her knees in order to carefully lift Luke up into a comfortable position. She couldn't even imagine how strong an enemy who could leave Luke in such a pitiful state would have been. To think that her sister had probably been pitched against such an enemy almost gave her a heart attack. Her tears finally spilled as fear for her sister's safety overtook her anger and self reproach.
