An impending sense of urgency settles over every fiber of his body. Dread partially consumes him till he can practically feel his heart ache. An attempt to distract himself from his own injury in order to focus on his injured partner ahead. Blood aligns the stairs that reside before him and causes the mafioso to worry more. A fear for the worse. It’s only when he sees his partner laying on the platform that he speeds up his pace. “Hold on! It will be okay. Don’t you dare die on me here dumbass.”