Puron Psych

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Before she could respond, Hyde stepped forward slowly. He turned the doorknob and pushed through.

"What a prick..." Harper mumbled under her breath.

She would never understand him. Even while he was toiled over and in pain, he still had an ego. If only he knew that she had contemplated cutting his head off or ramming his sword through his chest earlier.

Maybe he'd show some appreciation.

Or maybe he wouldn't. If he knew, he'd probably kill her instantly.

His footsteps were slow and dragged out. Every time he moved ahead, Harper thought he was going to collapse again.

Ever so often, he'd press himself against the wall and clench his fingers on his front. He was so obviously still in pain.

There was no way he could do anything in this condition.

"Hyde... maybe we should go back—"

"No." He gritted out.

"You're not okay, Hyde!" Harper stated. "Something is wrong, I'm not sure what! But even if you want to finish this, you can't! Maybe you should sit down for a while and rest—"

"I don't need it."

"Hyde, you can't even stand straight!"

"What does it matter to you?"

Harper bit the inside of her cheeks. He was right. Why did it matter to her? She should've just left him at the hands of the poachers.

But she knew her mind would nag her if she did. Her conscience was telling her that it would be so wrong.

Part of her also realized that if he went after the Poachers while injured, he wouldn't stand a chance and that would risk her safety too.

"I don't want to die because of your ego." Harper walked over to him and slugged his arm over her shoulder. "Let's head back."

"I said no." Hyde nudged Harper away roughly and tightened his lips into a bitter scowl. His chest motioned up and down as he glared at her.

"If you want to risk your life, go ahead. I won't follow you."

"What are you two doing!?" Arnest's voice alarmed her. He walked inside the same way they came and shifted his gaze to both Hyde and Harper in confusion. "I thought by now you would've secured the target!"

"A small delay won't hurt." Hyde groaned.

"Delays of any kind we can't afford! A body was found near the stage! The people out there are growing suspicious. We have to secure the target and leave. Now."

Hyde slid down against the wall and Arnest finally noticed his injury. "Shite. Not now. Is it happening again?"

"Wait. What's happening?" Harper spoke up.

Arnest ignored her and crouched to Hyde's eye level. He grabbed Hyde's face and tilted it up. On his neck, Arnest saw the swollen areas outlining the start of his scar.

Then he pulled up Hyde's shirt. "This is why I told you to rest a bit after you took a hit. I knew it would happen again sooner."

"I'm fine," Hyde rolled his eyes.

"Sure," Arnest agreed, not wanting to damage Hyde's pride.

"I am." Hyde reiterated, sensing a sarcastic tone from Arnest.