"Yujin, wake up! Please!" Hajun cried, his voice cracking.
Yujin didn't stir. His breathing was shallow, his face pale, and his lips trembled ever so slightly as if he was fighting the darkness pulling him under.
Hajun's mind went blank. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't a doctor. He had never been in a situation like this. His hands moved instinctively, trying to stop the bleeding, but it kept coming.
Too much blood. There was too much blood. His vision blurred with tears as he frantically looked around for something—anything—that could help.
That's when he saw Yujin's phone, lying a few feet away, half-buried in the dirt. His trembling bloody hands reached for it, grabbing the device with a sense of desperation.
"S-Someone…c-call…," His fingers shook so much that he could barely unlock it, the blood on his hands making the screen slippery. Before he could dial, the phone lit up with an incoming call.