But Jack still went over and gave him a kick, "Damn it, are you playing dead, huh? Dare to ignore me and see how I deal with you later!"
"Jack, just leave me." Tears welled up in Onion's eyes; he didn't want to be a burden to them.
But Jack crouched down, "Damn it, get your ass up. If you don't want me dead, then make it quick!"
Jack wanted to carry him on his back.
"Jack, my leg's broken." Onion could only tell the truth.
Actually, he didn't want to stay there either; he wanted to continue fighting alongside Jack, to be there for the boss, but his leg hurt so much he couldn't even stand.
Besides, Jack was already carrying one person on each shoulder, and because of the weight, his wounds were bleeding out.
Onion knew Jack couldn't carry him.
If he insisted on taking him along, they'd likely both die there.
And it wasn't just him. There were several others with tears in their eyes.
They were brothers whose limbs were broken and who were covered in blood.
