"You're bleeding, Luke. It's better if we take you to the hospital." I assess Luke's face. It's full of bruises. His hairs and clothes are dishevelled and blood is flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm okay." He says between breaths, "Don't worry." He touches his jaw, then wipes the blood from the sleeve.

I feel bad and worried for him, "Okay try to stand up. I'll take you to the office. May be they'll have the first aid."

He gives me a nod. I hold his arm and help him stand up from the ground. Guards also come for my help.

"Take him there." I order guards...