But his thoughts were becoming increasingly difficult to organize. Every decision seemed to require an effort he could barely manage.
He tried to issue an order, telling his men to retreat and return to the vehicles, but his tongue felt thick and uncooperative. The words refused to come out properly.
Tang Fei's weight suddenly increased against him as her legs gave way.
"Ting... Cheng..."
Her voice was faint and distant.
He tightened his hold around her, trying to keep her upright, but he was losing control of his own body. With the little coordination he had left, he lowered them both to the ground and pulled her against his chest.
The cobblestones felt cold beneath him. His vision blurred, and the sounds around him began to fade in and out.
