The normal thing to do when you see someone in a situation like this is to check up on them... I think...
"Mr. Aaron, are you ok?" Seeing him unconscious beside me, I lightly tapped his shoulder.
Like a normal human being, of course, you must first check if they are all right.
He didn't answer as the blood from his head continued to flow.
In this situation, you mustn't panic.
"Aaron? HOLY SHIT, AARON?! AARON!!!! ARE YOU OK?!!!" someone outside the car shouted.
Just like that guy over there.
"...?"
...Wait, isn't that the one who dashed toward us earlier? I stared at him and noticed he was someone familiar, it was General Roger. "General Roger, what are you doing here?" I asked.
Come to think of it, there's no one else who could fit the description I gave to it other than him, General Roger. Though I didn't know he could run that fast. Inhuman if anyone would describe it.
General Roger ignored me, he then forcefully opened the door. "Holy shit, It really is you..." he gasped. "Wait for me there, Aaron...!"
"Wait, it's locked here on the inside," Before the small chance he can break the door, I tried to stop him. "I'll carry him there."
"Agh!" he jolted. "Wait, you're here...? Don't surprise me like that!"
"If I weren't here, who would've driven the car?"
"You've got a point... Wait, no. Hurry up!" he exclaimed. "Open the door!"
"Understood."
So he's aware Mr. Aaron can't drive a car. Well, they're not siblings for nothing.
After I unlocked the door, I carried Mr. Aaron outside and brought him to General Roger.
"H-Hey! Y-You shit, open your goddamn eyes!" General Roger's voice trembled, his eyes teary while carrying Mr. Aaron in his arms. "D-Don't die on me! Aaron!"
"Calm down, I think he's fine," I reassured. "He only hit his head the moment I stepped on the breaks -"
"I said open your fucking eyes, you shithead! Don't you fucking die on me! O-Oh my god, what the hell I have done...!?" He ignored me and shouted while trying to open Mr. Aaron's eyes forcefully with his fingers. "H-Hey stop joking... O-Open your eyes..." he forced a laugh.
"I think shouting at him like that just makes his situation worse..."
I think... I'm not sure how the human body works...
He continued to ignore me and continued shouting, "Hey, Aaron!? Open your eyes! Don't fucking die on me!" Over and over again directly at Mr. Aaron's face.
Not knowing what to do for him to stop, I slapped him to turn his attention to me.
He finally stopped and slowly looked at me with his teary eyes. "What was that for...." he said with a confused face.
"I don't know either, I just felt like doing it..."
"..." He stared at me silently, rubbing his cheek where I slapped him.
"I think you should stop shouting like that," I added. "You're just making Mr. Aaron feel worse."
"Y-Yeah... Yeah, you're right," he whimpered. "I'm sorry..."
"..."
Hearing him, a general, apologize to a private, the lowest rank, makes me think that this is somewhat wrong...
