"Malik, stay with me!"
Malik wasn't staying with me. Infact, he looked like someone who was being overly dramatic from getting hit by a sniper. Spurting out blood once every ten seconds. Gasping heavily for air like oxygen had done a bit or two trying to torture him.
He didn't look okay.
"Hey, dude!" I slapped his face when his eyes started to close— maybe a little too hard. "I said to stay with me, goddamn it!"
I had to think. The best option— the only option— had been to think. The training timer was still counting towards elimination. Malik's lifespan had a shorter time range. The bullet had pierced coldly through the back of his shoulder, impaling out his left chest.
It wasn't minor. He was losing so much blood by the minute. I had to do something.
"Think, Ren. Think!" I could hear my own voice hitting panic mode. Just the same way it'd been when Rowan— "Fucking think, you asshole!"
