If he had gone down a little earlier, maybe Enna Clark wouldn't have ended up in the hospital.
Ultimately, it was all his fault for being too slow.
Self-blame, guilt, all sorts of emotions surged in, almost suffocating him. His chest felt like it was crushed by a huge stone, each heavy breath threatening to break him.
Enna Clark...
Enna Clark...
Enna Clark...
She absolutely can't have anything happen!
If something happens to her, he'd lose his mind before she would!
"Lord!" Scott Harris watched helplessly as he threw a heavy punch against the wall, a trail of crimson blood slowly trickling down from where his fist hit the hospital's snow-white wall...
Scott Harris couldn't care about anything else, reached out to pull him back.
His hand hadn't even come close.
When he heard the man hoarsely, deeply growl, "Don't touch me!"
"...Yes, Lord." Scott Harris was startled and slowly withdrew his hand.
