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Zhiqing half-dragged, half-carried Liu Yi out of the room. Ziya looked at the trail of blood, all coming from Liu Yi's broken arm. He was currently unconscious, and if they didn't stop the bleeding soon, it could be life-threatening.
The corridor echoed with Zhiqing's heavy breaths and the scraping sound of Liu Yi being dragged across the floor. Ziya anxiously scanned her surroundings, desperately hoping to find a nearby room with a computer.
The flickering lights cast beams onto the mottled walls, and in the shadows, the figures of the three of them moved slowly like demons. The smell of blood in the air grew stronger, mingled with a choking scent.
Ziya covered her nose, feeling increasingly uneasy as she kept glancing back. She had an unsettling feeling that a cold gaze was watching them from somewhere behind. The horrifying bloodstains on the ground extended to Zhiqing's feet, and Liu Yi's face was growing paler, resembling that of a corpse. They needed to find a way to stop his bleeding. After pondering for a long time, Ziya remembered Monet's suggestion and quickly tore a strip of cloth from her own shirt.
"Here, tie up his arm."
"Ugh... so heavy." Zhiqing sighed heavily. As Ziya wrapped Liu Yi's arm, he took a moment to catch his breath. The bloody scene from earlier still lingered in his mind, as if he were trapped in a nightmare.
Once the arm was bandaged, the heavy bleeding stopped momentarily, but blood continued to drip slowly. Liu Yi was in a very dangerous situation; unfortunately, he was taller than Zhiqing, which meant Zhiqing had to exert considerable effort to drag him.
Danger lurked all around them, and because of Liu Yi's weight, Zhiqing's movements were slow.
"Do you need my help?"
"No need; just be careful up ahead and check that room with the computer we saw earlier. Let's get him inside before we figure out what to do next," Zhiqing said, wiping sweat from his brow as he instructed Ziya.
"Oh my God, your shirt."
Ziya noticed that Zhiqing's white shirt was already stained beyond recognition with Liu Yi's blood. She tried several times to help lift Liu Yi but struggled against his overwhelming weight. Watching Zhiqing drag him with great difficulty made her feel helpless.
"It's fine; it's just dirty!" Zhiqing glanced down at the bloodstains on his shirt, swallowing hard as he suppressed the nauseating smell of blood. At that moment, he felt Liu Yi growing heavier in his arms; he struggled to hold him up as best as he could.
Ziya moved ahead and reached the door where she had spotted the computer. Looking at the closed door, her mind raced with thoughts of the terrifying events they might encounter inside. Instinctively pressing her hand against her pounding chest, she took a deep breath and resolutely pushed open the door.
The door creaked open, accompanied by the strange sound of the hinges grinding against each other, slowly and heavily revealing a room that remained as chaotic as before. A musty odor rushed in with the wind. As the door opened, Ziya cautiously glanced around; the eerie noise of the hinges was jarring. She stepped inside, ensuring there were no immediate dangers, then turned to nod at Zhiqing outside, signaling him to come in.
Ziya entered and picked up some scraps of paper from the floor. Spotting a table in front of her, she wiped off the dust on its surface. Together with Zhiqing, they attempted to lift Liu Yi onto the table. Ziya lacked the strength, managing only to place half of his body on it, while the lower half dangled over the edge. Zhiqing quickly adjusted Liu Yi's head and then hurriedly grasped his lower body to shift him onto the table.
Liu Yi shook his head slightly, struggling to open his eyes. He moved his lips for a long time before finally saying, "Thank you..." At that moment, he exuded a sense of helplessness and sorrow.
"Don't speak; just lie still," Ziya said, deliberately avoiding looking at Liu Yi's right arm, which was mangled and bleeding profusely. Blood seeped out, pooling on the table's surface.
"We need to find a way to bandage him," Zhiqing said as he pushed Liu Yi's body further onto the table.
Both of them turned their attention to Liu Yi. His clothes were tattered and soaked with blood, rendering their original color unrecognizable.
Ziya glanced at her only piece of clothing; if she took it off, she would be left with just a tank top underneath.
Zhiqing surveyed the room: an old computer sat in one corner; whether it worked remained to be seen after they dealt with Liu Yi's wounds. He noticed piles of newspapers and books in another corner and a dirty teacup on the long table. It reminded him of one that belonged to his grandfather.
Ziya continued scanning the room but found nothing suitable for bandaging Liu Yi's wounds. Zhiqing looked down at his own clothes, now stained with blood clots that were useless for dressing wounds.
Ziya hesitantly looked at Zhiqing and whispered, "Turn your back..."
"What... do you want to do?"
"Take off your shirt," Ziya replied, swallowing hard.
"No way! Let's think of another way!" Zhiqing quickly grabbed Ziya's hand, noticing her pale face that was almost transparent, her weary expression, and frail body. He realized that it was already a miracle for her to have held on this long; he couldn't let anything else happen to her.
Ziya looked into Zhiqing's eyes, tears welling up in her own.
"Can we get out of here?"
"We can, trust me." Zhiqing held Ziya tightly in her embrace, feeling her shivers and the heartfelt words that came from deep within her.
Zhiqing silently vowed to safely take Ziya away from this place. Ziya clung to Zhiqing's chest, inhaling the scent of blood on her clothes. Though it triggered a wave of nausea from her throat, she found it hard to let go of the warmth of the body beside her.
"Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable? You have to tell me, no hiding, understand?" Zhiqing brushed aside Ziya's bangs and looked at her intently.
"Mm!" Ziya nodded, watching as Zhiqing turned away.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off my clothes."
"Your clothes are stained with blood..." Ziya was confused about Zhiqing's intention and asked doubtfully.
Zhiqing smiled wryly and handed her own clothes to Ziya. "Take off your clothes so Liu Yi can bandage you. You can wear mine for now."
Ziya turned away to remove her clothes and put on Zhiqing's. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as Zhiqing quickly ripped Ziya's clothes into strips, then used them to tightly bandage Liu Yi's arm. At last, the bleeding from his arm stopped.
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