NOAH'S POV

　　I took off my shirt and tore it into a big rag then I used it to staunch the flow of blood oozing from the wound. I bit my teeth into my lips to keep myself from roaring,it was forming in my chest and it was all I could do to keep it back. I tasted my own blood as I picked the wounded man in my arms and held him as carefully as one would do to a crate of eggs.

　　"Doctor Russo lives just on the next street. Our only hope is that he isn't dead ...