52. A.I.

His eyes widened when he saw Aureate tired to a chair with a rope. Exhaling heavily through he carefully approached her. Her head tilt to the left side as he neared her, calling her name, "Aureate." No movements replied to him. He winced when he saw her shoulder. Dry blood sticking to it with the black wound of the gun shot. Closing his eyes, he winced, and then inspected the injury carefully grazing her shoulder making her features morph into pain.

"Aureate." He calls her with a whisper making her slowly peel open here eyes.

"Huh."

Her throbbing head made her wince as she tried to see around her.

"Denzel?" She questioned making him nod and kneel infront of her.

"Yeah, I." He stopped he couldn't say anything. It was something that made him quite.

"Can you dress up my wound? How is Aerwyna? She must be worried, right? And Louis? Is he okay?" She bombarded him with questions once she got hold on her senses.