As the pain intensified, I felt my legs weaken beneath me, and I stumbled to the floor. The silver arrow protruding from my chest was a chilling reminder of my vulnerability. Cherry's voice sounded distant as she explained the gravity of the situation, her own fear evident in her trembling words.
"It's a silver arrow, Tyrel," she said, her voice quivering with worry. “I need to get help!”
I tried to focus on her words, on the urgency in her eyes, but the pain was overwhelming, clouding my thoughts. The world around me seemed to blur as my consciousness wavered, and I struggled to stay conscious.
Cherry's tears fell freely as she held onto me, her touch offering a small comfort amidst the chaos. Her voice was a constant reassurance, urging me to hold on, to stay strong.
"We need an ambulance!" she called out to the people around us, her voice filled with desperation. "PLEASE SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!”
As civilians ran in panic, Cherry remained by my side, refusing to leave me even
