Yeah, it was Mike, the same Mike that lay motionless on the ground, the same Mike that Arine thought had died.
The only one person he looked at like a friend, that he cared about, was fucking alive, while he wanted to avenge him.
"...Fu...ck." Arine gasped for air as the pain suddenly shot through his body. He felt every bit of pain, but his ribs were the most fucked up, it was a feeling he couldn't describe, it was so painful.
"Don't move, Arine!" Mike shouted at him, while around him the guards were now in a shootout with the officers that came with two cars.
"Y...you al-alive...?" Arine asked as finally his vision came back and could clearly see his face, that fucking stupid face of his.
"Of course I am, Arine. And you are too, just your ribs got fucked up." Mike shouted at him as he cut the vest off with his scissors. "Just chill, okay?" He said as he cut off his t-shirt underneath him, and next he put his hand on his ribs, which made Arine scream from the top of his lungs.
