"No plase No."
"Hold on, Ryan. Ryan! Fuckk fucuuckkkk damn ittttt," Fyar's voice sounded desperate.
Ryan's breathing was heavy and ragged. Blood came out from the corner of his lips.
Ryan's trembling hand grasped the cold hand of his wife's corpse.
"Fyar..."
"Shut up, shut up shut up shut up just fucking shut up!" Fyar pressed the wound harder.
"You will live ryan," Fyar said.
"You will live Ryan you will live asshole Ryan!!" Fyar pressed his palms harder against the hole in Ryan's stomach. His arms trembled violently.
His eyes darted frantically between Ryan's pale face and the gushing wound. The warm blood kept escaping through his fingers no matter how hard he pushed.
"No..no.no.no"
"No"
"Ryan!"
"You just felt the joy of retirement, don't die asshole!! Everything you did was in vain!" Fyar shouted. Spittle flew from his mouth. His face was twisted in sheer desperation.
