Kunikida lay mostly motionless on the cold asphalt. The runway ground being an uncomfortable area to lay down on. Kunikida’s chest barely moved, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.

A low groan like moan escaped his throat, his one free hand clutching at the wound in his chest. He attempted to clamp down on the wound, trying to stop himself from bleeding out despite the fact the wound went all the at through. He begged quietly, praying someone would save him.

“Please.. someone..”