"Go away, he'll be here soon."

Ghost spoke and took off his helmet.

The man was pretty badly injured saving you. He covered the bleeding wound and looked at you.

"Why are you looking like that? Have you never seen blood?" he grinned and spat blood on the ground.

The man looked up at the sky and sighed heavily, enjoying the last minutes of his life.

"You know...The only advantage of death is that you don't have to go to work the next day." Ghost laughed softly because of his own joke and closed his eyes.

You wanted to help him, talk to him, but you couldn't, your legs wouldn't obey you, and the lump in your throat wouldn't let you speak, you just had to sit looking at him and blaming yourself for being helpless.