Finn glanced over his shoulder.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I'm sure carrying you to your room won't cause me to miscarry."
One hand instinctively rested on his stomach.
"The Dragon Heir is strong."
His voice carried both confidence and hope.
"He has to be."
A determined look appeared in his eyes.
A weak laugh escaped Darren despite his condition.
Soon, with great difficulty, he managed to climb onto Finn's back.
The moment he settled there, however, his remaining strength vanished.
His body went limp.
"Darren?"
No response.
"Darren!"
Still nothing.
He had lost consciousness.
"Damn it..."
Finn adjusted Darren's weight and tightened his grip.
Then he began walking.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
The distance to Darren's quarters suddenly felt endless.
His legs ached while his back hurt, his breathing gradually became uneven.
Several times he nearly stumbled yet he refused to stop.
