Keeping his eyes open had become harder for Yang Tian-Xu. He felt like if he closed his eyes, he won’t be able to open them again. However, his eyelids seem to have become heavier. He wanted to close them, but Wang Yi-An kept calling his name.
“Tian-Xu!” Wang Yi-An shook him, making sure that he was answering her back. She wanted him to continue responding back to her, because only when he talks; she knew he was still alive.
Breathing heavily, he could barely keep himself awake. “I’m here…” Weak, but still alive. Shivering and shaking without control. Wang Yi-An tried to use her body to keep him warm, but his temperature drop came from inside. He was losing a lot of blood. If help doesn’t come any sooner, he might lose more than just his blood. And if he falls asleep, he might never wake up again.