The black spot stood up from the ground and the fog slightly faded revealing its appearance. It was John who rushed to lift Rose from the ground with all the energies he had left in his body and then try to open the door as fast as he could, his hand was shaky and he was panting for the fatigue and pain but he kept strong. The door finally budged and John dragged her body inside and closed the door behind him.
With one more effort, he lifted her body and walked toward the sofa to lay her there so that he could try to heal her wound.
