The man of the sharks Part II

Both his hands scooped up the small frame from the water. He gasped for breath as he helped support the pale body in his arms. Sol had lost so much blood. His body was starting to get cold, and he was unconscious right now. The black-eyed man needed to take close care of him. He swept his eyes about to find where he could take the small man to.

He would not make it to the house. He had to go to the hospital first because of the severe loss of blood.

“Hang in there. I’ll take you to the doctor.”

“...”

“Don’t give up, tough guy.” He pressed a kiss onto Sol’s forehead. His lack of knowledge of travel routes had turned out to be hazardous. He tightened his hold and took him up to the road, hoping a car or a person would pass by and see them. But it was too late at night to have someone take pity on them. Sol would not breathe for long if he carried him by himself.

The sight when Sol was shot was still fresh in his mind, including the tears he touched.