Ves' breath hitched as she saw Leo crumpled against the rubble. She clenched her hand instinctively, sending fresh waves of pain shooting through her mangled fingers.
"Get up!" She screamed, but Leo still didn't respond as he lay there, unmoving.
'Please get up,' she muttered to herself, with her voice breaking, as she was on the brink of breaking down.
Leo's lay on the floor, his vision swam with stars, his chest a cacophony of sharp pain. He tried to inhale, but it felt like his ribs were collapsing under the pressure.
As the world around him swayed, a dull roar filling his ears like an ocean tide. Somewhere in the distance, a voice shouted—a faint, muffled cry that seemed to rise and fall with the rhythm of his pounding head.
The words were lost to him, but the urgency in the tone clawed through the haze, pulling at his scattered thoughts. And he recognised the owner of that voice immediately.
