A Promise Is A Promise

"No, sir, keep your eyes open," Archer urged, rushing to the bed. Blake struggled to stay conscious, finding it difficult to keep his eyes from closing.

"Archer...?" Blake's voice was feeble, laced with confusion. He mustered his strength to inquire, "How did you find me?"

Archer carefully lifted Blake, providing support as he spoke, "We can discuss that later. Right now, our priority is to escape from this house as quickly as possible."

Blake leaned on Archer, his arm draped over Archer's shoulders for support. "I'm not sure I can walk properly. My head is still spinning, and my movements are sluggish," he confessed, describing his current condition.

"Don't worry, sir. Just do your best to keep moving. You can lean on me, and we'll make it out together," Archer reassured him, determined to assist despite his relatively slender build compared to Blake's.