Chapter 122:
As the battle against the strange creatures intensified, a sudden turn of events left Sarah and Mark injured, their forms lying prone amidst the chaos of the skirmish. Jelo's heart clenched with panic at the sight of his comrades in distress, his mind racing for a way to reach them and tend to their wounds amidst the ongoing battle.
"SARAH! MARK!" Jelo's voice rang out, filled with urgency and concern as he fought his way through the writhing creatures towards his injured friends. His hands trembled with a mix of fear and determination, his focus solely on reaching Sarah and Mark in their time of need.
With a surge of adrenaline, Jelo knelt beside Sarah and Mark, his hands hovering over their wounds as he assessed the extent of their injuries. The chaotic din of battle faded into the background as he focused all his energy on finding a way to help them amidst the swirling darkness that threatened to envelop them.
"SARAH, stay with me. MARK, hold on," Jelo's voice was a whisper of reassurance in the midst of the turmoil, his eyes scanning their injuries with a practiced urgency. A plan began to form in his mind, a way to tend to their wounds and ensure their safety amidst the chaos that engulfed them.
With quick, steady hands, Jelo began to administer first aid to Sarah and Mark, his movements precise and focused as he worked to stabilize their injuries. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon him, but he pushed aside his fears, drawing strength from the unwavering unity that had carried them this far.
"SARAH, you're going to be alright. MARK, hang in there," Jelo's voice was a beacon of hope in the darkness, a reminder of the unbreakable bond that connected them all. As he tended to their wounds, a sense of determination settled over him, a resolve to see his friends through this trial no matter the cost.
With each passing moment, Jelo's panic gave way to focused determination, his mind clear and his hands steady as he worked to aid Sarah and Mark. The battle raged on around them, but in that moment, his only concern was the well-being of his injured comrades and finding a way to ensure their safety amidst the chaos.
As he tended to their wounds, a sense of relief washed over Jelo as he saw Sarah and Mark stabilize, their breathing steady and their injuries tended to. With a silent vow to see them through to safety, he prepared to help them navigate the challenges that still lay ahead, drawing strength from the unyielding unity that bound them together in their darkest hour.