Sergetti writhed in pain. He grabbed the side of his belly and fell to the ground.
"Ouch!!" he groaned as his body hit the ground. He looked at the hand with which he held his body. It was covered with his own blood.
Matt was watching him all this while. It took him some times before realizing what was really going on. Whatever was happening to Sergetti was also happening to Angela.
He rushed over to him and check his wound. This wasn't a small issue. The wound was fatal. Something must be done to that. He lifted Sergetti's head up a little bit and put pressure on the wound.
"How sweet would it have been if this look was for me, Matt?" Sergetti rubbed a side of Matt's cheek affectionately.
"We have to do something to this, it is disastrous" Matt said sadly. He was thinking about the pain Angela would be going through right now.
"Yeah, but I don't think we have enough time. Let's go straight to why we are here in the first place" Sergetti gas
