The young man, whose garments were torn, shouted desperately as he crashed to the earth. Mel and his group, passing nearby, rushed towards him. Not only his garments but also his body suffered ravaging. A minor puddle of blood began to form on the earth where he crashed.
"Help!"
That constituted his final word. The man lost his consciousness and collapsed on the earth. Mel reached him initially and managed to seize his head before it struck the unyielding floor. Glaring closely now, he could witness just how grueling his condition genuinely was, and he did not wait for even a second to act.
"Does any figure possess a healing mixture of herbs?"
Shouting in panic, the massive young boy could not get a response from his comrades. Ergo, he reached into his bosom and extracted a long, thin paper. After he unsealed the folded paper, he commenced pouring the falling dust upon the wounds of the bleeding man.
