"Hey! Matt, what's wrong?"
He realised when Matthew fell on his chest that he was still holding onto his shoulder. He quickly laid him down.
"Healer! I need a healer here. Brace yourselves, we're under attack. I repeat, we're under attack from an unknown and unseen enemy." He didn't have a microphone but his voice carried throughout the battlefield.
Four to five healers were already by his side. Checking for anything that could've been wrong with the kid, Matthew.
Everyone else scrambled, getting into position. Rounding up the teams they were originally assigned to. As exhausted as they were, they could still put the fatigue aside to fight for what was theirs.
"You'll be okay buddy, just keep breathing, keep breathing." He spoke to him, holding his blood stained hand.
Every time he'd cough, a mouthful of it would come out. Letting them know of the internal damage he suffered from an unknown attack.
