SEBASTIAN's POV.

　　I stared at Vincent, who sat on the stands, his head down, and he was losing a lot of strength, and I needed to take him down for treatment.

　　I cleared my throat and spoke out. "Thanks for what you did back there, I didn't expect you to do that…" I paused my lips and then added. "…for me."

　　He lifted his head a little; he had a broken lip, and his face was a mess, with bruises, blood, and all.

　　"I couldn't just stay here ...