After digging his fingers into the dead flesh on his leg through his ripped jeans, he looks at his blood covered hand, his heart racing. There was still no pain. He let out a meek whimper, before the battle caught his attention again.

He let his hand drop and just watched, his mind barely able to keep up with it, but the sick feeling of dread remained. He had to get Ryohei out of there. He was going to die. Didn't the idiot get it? If he couldn't beat him, then Ryohei had no chance. If anyone is going to die it should be him! He started this fight! It's his job to look out for the Vongola!

But at this rate, Gokudera wasn't going to last much longer either. He was beginning to feel so cold...