Declan stalled on the track, his breathing hitching. Waves of throbbing, nauseating pain pulsed through his chest and stomach. He was desperately trying to ignore the pain and move forward to retaliate, but the metallic stench of blood and the burst of tearing pain numbed his brain.
The voice inside him that had told him to get up and fight for Yasmin was now telling him to find a way out of this mess.
Blood was ceaselessly gushing out of the wounds on his chest and tummy. He was finding it increasingly difficult to fight the pain. But his determination was unwavering. He was desperate to reach Yasmin, who was almost motionless on the ground. As he tried to lift his foot, he collapsed on the ground.
The four men were laughing and shooting a video, but he didn't care about them. All he wanted was to get to Yasmin. He slithered over her, holding his breath.
