Kyle heard some screams coming from the other side of the street.
Luckily, none of these screams belonged to Kyle's teammates.
"Are you alright?" Tracy asked, looking at Kyle with fear.
When she saw him, she felt horrible.
Kyle was missing almost his entire left arm, and half of his armor was destroyed.
"Eh, yeah, I guess," Kyle answered. "I'm still alive."
Tracy looked at Kyle with a pained expression.
She couldn't imagine how much pain Kyle had to be in right now.
Sure, she had also been injured before, but not to this extent.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"What a dumb question," Kyle answered with annoyance. "Of course it hurts! It hurts like a motherfucker!"
Tracy flinched back, and Kyle was immediately assaulted by a feeling of guilt.
"Sorry, that was uncalled for," he said. "I'm just a bit stressed from the fight. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"It's okay," Tracy answered. "I understand. Do you need anything?"
