"….Hey….Hey…. Is there any spot on the carriage?" – asked the wounded soldier who was helping out his injured comrade walk.
"Do you bloody see any space left!? We have already people stacking over each other! Any more and the carriage will straight up be unable to move." -said the knight ridding on the horse.
"Please…. He needs to rest. He doesn't have any-"
"WE ALL ARE TIRED!" – shouted the knight.
"I can't fucking walk on my own right now and need to use a horse to even think about moving!"
"UGHT!"
"Dude…. Your stomach is barley holding. You can't shout while in this state." – said the second knight as he walked towards the rider who was grabbing onto his stomach and coughing up bit of blood.
Suddenly the knight on the horse vision grew blurry before then he lost consciousness, which caused the man to lose his balance and fell off the horse.
"!"
"Dude!" – said the worried knight as he approached his friend.
"…"
