"..Hey, hey! Wake up!"

Mors muffled voice yelled out to you, with your unconscious body returning nothing to him. He kept the sword in your side to prevent blood from further flowing out of your wound, his hands gripping tightly on you.

Even if he didn't know this random, fallen angel, he would still try and help as best as he could here. If he tried telling anyone else, he'd probably get called crazy or have you taken away to be successfully killed off.

"..Fuck. Wake up.. Please."