Cypher's heart raced as he stumbled through the abandoned warehouse, the dim light casting long shadows over his face. You, who had been injured critically, lay limp in his arms, your breaths shallow and labored. Panic surged through Cypher, his mind flashing back to the devastating loss of his family years ago.
"Stay with me, please," Cypher murmured, his voice trembling despite his effort to remain steady. He fought to keep his composure, but the memories of that dark time overwhelmed him, threatening to tear him apart. His steps quickened as he desperately made his way to the headquarters.
"Someone, please! Sage!" he yelled, his voice breaking under the strain of his fear and desperation. The walls of the facility echoed with his cries, the weight of your life heavy in his arms. Cypher's breath came in ragged gasps, each step fueled by the frantic hope that you could be saved. He carefully laid you on the ground just inside the entrance, his eyes darting around for any sign of Sage, the healer. His hands shook, and he fought to control his rising panic, knowing that every second counted.