"S-Samiel, why did you-? Hey, are you ok?" Harold exclaimed as he sensed Samiel's strange condition.
"Huf... I'm fine... Just need to take a... breath..." Samiel replied taking deep breaths.
"..." Harold might be slightly airhead but he wasn't an idiot. He noticed something was definitely wrong with Samiel. And he needed to do something.
"Samiel, you need to rest," Harold said firmly, glancing around for help. Then, his eyes landed on a large building that looked like a hotel. "Come on, let's get you inside."
Without waiting for a response, Harold put an arm around Samiel to support him and began leading him toward the hotel.
As they approached the entrance, a doorman noticed their approach and hurried to open the door. "Welcome! How can I assist you?"
"My friend here isn't feeling well," Harold said quickly. "We need a room where he can rest. Don't worry about the money."
