She gritted her teeth, nodding as she pushed herself up. "I'm alive... barely. But... Kern..." She cast a weak glance toward Kern, who lay motionless a few feet away, his body still bleeding from the thread bullet embedded deep in his side.
Ty's heart clenched as he rushed over to Kern's side. He dropped to his knees, frantically rummaging through the medical supplies they had left. "Damn it... I'm not good at this," Ty cursed under his breath as he ripped open bandages, his hands shaking.
Kern's breath was shallow, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His scimitars lay discarded by his side, blood pooling beneath him. Ty pressed a hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was clear Kern needed more than what Ty could offer.
"Rosana!" Ty shouted, his voice cracking. "I need you over here!"
