Avelina's eyes flickered frantically, and with haste, she hurried down to the ring, wanting to get to him as soon as possible. However, amidst her panic and frantic running, she stumbled on her feet and fell near the ring, accidentally dislocating her ankle.
A shriek of pain escaped from her, and she turned her head, looking at Draven, whose eyes were slowly closing as though he were about to breathe his last.
"Draven! Draven!" Overlooking the pain, she crawled into the ring and pulled herself toward Draven's still body.
She propped herself up into a sitting position and touched his face, trying to see if he was still breathing. "D-Draven," her voice broke as she called him. "Please wake up. Please…"
"Don't leave me. Please…" She wrapped her arms around him and gently began to caress his hair, no longer knowing what to do. There was no one in the hall to help her, and no one was willing to.
