Francis looked above the ceiling with his eyes fixed on the still darkness above the glass hall.
"What the fuck just happened?" He uttered weakly as his hands shook with his eyes widened.
"Urgh... Help... Help..." Kirstel whispered weakly with her hands extended towards Francis. Her bloodied face continued to bleed profusely as her tears mingled with her blood.
In a snap, Francis regained her hold onto reality and swiftly moved towards Kirstel. "You're okay now... you're okay now..."