"Terry! Quickly, turn into that alley!"
As the Beast guided him, Terry struggled to stay conscious. He could feel himself deteriorating with every passing second.
Fear of death gripped his body. As the adrenaline began to fade, the pain set in. His bones ached, and his arm was severely burned.
Sam's lightning hadn't seemed too bad at the time, but now the full extent of the damage was manifesting. The Beast directed Terry into a narrow alleyway.
Terry leaned against a wall, barely stopping himself from collapsing. He slowly dragged his body toward the end of the alley. He was starving, and despite the Beast's healing abilities, his body struggled to fully recover.
Terry needed a human to replenish his energy and heal himself. He cursed under his breath as his knees gave out, forcing him to sit with his back against the wall. Closing his eyes, he tried to rest while the Beast kept lecturing him in his mind.