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"How is he?" Daniel fell to his knees and leaned over Mathew's body.

He reached out and grabbed his face, using his thumbs to lower the skin around the young man's eyes. He then looked deeply into Mathew's pupils, looking for any sign of shock or brain trauma.

"I will manage," Mathew said in a weak voice.

Despite Nadia's immediate assistance, he felt the consequences of his unfortunate landing. Even now, several moments later, Mathew's sight was blurry and his thoughts slow.

"It's not good, he is in a shock," Daniel ignored Mathew's assurance. He turned his head up and to the side, sending a glance at the girls' faces. "Well, it's not something lethal so he should get better after some rest," the officer then gave his diagnosis.

For someone in Daniel's line of work, the ability to perform first-response medical treatment was a must.

"Did you check on Norbert?" Mathew fidgeted. 'I can't think straight yet,' the young man observed.