" Hakim is dead and gone " Rhys said with a blank expression on his face as the chaos subsided.
He then looked to his left where Tyrone stood motionlessly.
" Tch " He sighed, and he quickly headed toward Tyrone.
It wasn't until now did he notice the large wound in his stomach.
There were several deep scratches on Tyrone's body which extended all the way to his ribs, which protruded outwards, indicating how severe the injury was.
" Damn it Tyrone! What happened here? " Rhys asked as he approached Tyrone.
Tyrone couldn't move a muscle.
His face was the perfect definition of shock,pain,confusion and awe mixed together.
His lips quivered slightly as if he was trying to say something, but no words could come out of his mouth.
Rhys' heart sank.
" You're hurt pretty badly " Rhys muttered as he kneeled down beside Tyrone to examine his wounds.
His fingers traced along Tyrone's ribs to find the wound.