Just as Kenyan tried to sit up by himself, Stark clutched his back arm to support his slightly shivering body.
BANG!
Kenyan fell back, and Stark fell on his chest before his knee could stand up.
"Ahh!"
Stark looked behind him, placing his palm on his back head as if someone had slapped on it. He got a glimpse of a little boy fumingly glaring at him as his facial muscles became reddish.
Stark twirled his knee towards that little boy as Kenyan sat up himself on the bench.
"Don't you have manners? Are you even a big boy?"
That boy splashed his anger on them.
"He fainted; that's why I..." Stark tried to explain, but his words became air once they caught his furious brows.
"What if he's dead or not? I lost my girl. Will you be responsible for it?" that boy shrieked.
Kenyan jaw dropped, Stark re-gathering his memory for the last minute and finding out that was the girl he stretched his water bottle to.
