"Yuliy!" I scream.

I run over to the building destruction. Smoke clears.

"What the Hell was that?!" Willard yells at the men.

They had a bazooka.

"We saved your life!" One yells.

"What was that thing?" Another one questions. 

I look around the rubble.

"Yuliy!" I scream.

I finally find him lying in the rubble. Blood stains the ground. I lift him up. I see the bazooka hit. It's bad. Really bad. It cut right through his chest. I grip him. I look around. This is bad. The Jaegers were looking for him to. I can't let Willard get to him. I should've just let him kill Willard. I put him over my shoulders. It's best to get him out of here. I fly into the air and away from this scene. 

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I found an abandon building. I land and gently lay him on the table. I let out a breath. I look around. I see bottles. I walk over. They were ant acids and alcohol used for medicine. I grab them. I rip off a curtain. I pour the liquid on the wound. I'm glad he's out. Otherwise, this'll hurt a crap ton. I look at him. 

I realize there's something growing on his hand. I take it and I examine it. What the-? Fur and claws were growing. Is that the curse?

"I'm sorry." I say.

Ten years have gone by. Should I have tried to make contact with him? I really feel like I should've at least seen him. I finish bandaging the wounds. I notice the wind blows chillingly. It's gotten colder. I feel the temperature lower. He doesn't do well in the cold. I know this about him. Not to mention he's shirtless. I take off my jacket and lay it on him. I light a fire with sticks and stones. I throw more wood on it. 

I sit on a chair near him. It's late, but I should still watch him.