[b] Zivon [/b]

Things blurred around him, hallways to seems to be a infirmary… He barely stayed conscious, as much he knew that everything could be over it seemed it wouldn’t. He was placed what seemed to be a bed, he immediately collapse on it breathing irregularly. His thoughts were gone; he couldn’t see or breathe much. Everything was just a big blur to him. He heard the others talking but ended up hearing a bunch of mumbled words. He rubbed his stinging eyes and clutched his chest. Somehow he felt guilt, if he had to be weak, and if he can handle himself properly then they wouldn’t bother too much. He should have focused to help everyone to get out of there but he had to end up like that. Being carried all the way to the infirmary, exhausted and barely conscious at all… before passing out he muttered out something without knowing he did.

“…s…or…ry…I…tr…ie…d…”