Kris seemed to have caught my plea, struggling to raise himself up and giving me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll be okay."
He managed to get off me with some effort and headed towards Billy.
'No, Billy's got a gun! It's dangerous!'
I frantically tried to rip the tape off my legs, desperate to get Kris out of harm's way.
But the more anxious I became, the more my hands shook. Out of sheer desperation, I was almost on the verge of tears.
Bloodstains had spread over Kris's back and shoulder, staining half of his shirt red.
He was like a brave knight on a battlefield, protecting me.
Billy seemed to lose his nerve, backing into a corner with nowhere to run, and pulled the trigger, only to hear empty clicks. Kris strode up to him, seized the gun's barrel, and smacked it against his
