Dream big

Pier's eyebrows furrowed when he realized how miserable Alfred's situation was and he felt guilty to receive help from him. He was supposed to help him, not the other way around, dammit!

"I-I... should get going now," he muttered and tried to stand up, only to slump back on the ground again and groaned like a wounded animal. He gripped the side of his upper torso as if his life depended on it. "Argh, bloody hell! Those bastards really did a number on me. I think I broke my ribcage!"

"Ah, young master, please don't make unnecessary movements. You'll just worsen your injuries." Alfred helped him to stand and leaned his massive weight on his side. He then pointed at the darkness up ahead. "M-my mother is just right across that pit. She will definitely heal you. Please endure just a bit more, young master."

With great difficulty, he continued to drag Pier's body to the edge of the pit. Then his voice echoed as he called out, "M-mother, Alfred is home!"