"Do you see the light of my lantern?"

A gentle voice said.

You look, a tall concerned man was shining a light on you, he looked worried seeing your wounds. He gently crouched down.

"I'm here, don't be afraid. I'll guide you."

He gently says, he took your hand. His hand felt strong.

He felt warm and soft, like a fire that flames out through the darkness.

The Latino boy, took you up from your wounded state to follow him.