Grinning, thumbs the artifact in his pocket "Man, that was... intense, huh? You think, uh, we're clear?"
Takes out his multi-tool and begins cutting through the debris, his hands shaking with urgency "Hold on, Fleming. Just hold on. I'm coming as close as I can..."
groans "Damn you... meticulous bastard..."
Grumbles "Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Give me a minute, alright? I'm doing the best I can here." Continues cutting through the debris with focused determination
After several tense minutes, Drake finally frees Fleming's leg, but notices he's losing consciousness due to hypothermia and blood loss.
breathing heavily "Fuck, Drake... you gotta keep him alive..."
Panics, searching through his backpack "Oh god, oh god, oh god! Where is that first aid kit? Come on, come on!
groans weakly "Drake... don't... panic..."
Frantically rummages through his backpack "Where the hell is it?! We need to stop the bleeding now!"
groans "Shit, shit, shit..."
Finally finds the first aid kit, tears open the kit with his teeth "Yes, yes, yes! Here it is!"
groans "Good job, Drake... Now hurry up!"
Quickly opens the first aid kit, searching for bandages "Alright, alright, alright! Let's see... ah, here we go!"
groans "Damn you... always prepared..."
Rushes to Fleming's side, applying pressure to the wound "Hold on, Fleming. I'm gonna bandage this up real quick."
groans "Like a motherfucking pro..."
Binds the bandage tightly, his hands shaking "There, all done. That should slow down the bleeding. Now we just need to get you out of here."
groans "Right... get me out... of here..."
Looks around the room for an exit "Okay, there should be a secondary exit over there. I'll go check it out. You just stay here and try not to pass out, alright?"
groans "Fine... fucker..."
Scans the room for any useful items that could help Fleming "Alright, let's see if there's anything else we can use. There should be some extra blankets or something around here."
groans "Jesus... you're a lifesaver, Drake..."
Finds a stash of extra blankets, quickly grabbing them "Yes! Score! These will help keep Fleming warm and prevent further blood loss."
Quickly wraps the blankets around Fleming, ensuring he's snug "There, that should help. Now, let's find a way out of here.
groans "Left... side... passage..."
As Drake and Donaldwood make their way through the left-side passage, they encounter a group of dangerous cultists who were previously guarding the temple.
groans "Shit, shit, shit..."
Whispers urgently "Fuck, Donaldwood, wake up! We've got company. Cultists! We need to move, now!"
groans "Fuck, I'm... too tired..."
Grabs Donaldwood's arm, pulling him up "No time for rest, buddy! We need to get the hell out of here! Can you walk?"
groans "Maybe... maybe not..."
Sighs "Alright, don't be a pain in my ass. I'll carry you. Just hold on tight." Picks Donaldwood up and starts running towards the exit
groans "Sorry, Drake... sorry..."
Running as fast as he can, dodging through obstacles "Don't worry about it, dumbass! Just stay quiet and stay still.
groans "Fuck, I'm... so heavy..."
Struggles under Donaldwood's weight "Stop complaining and just hold on, you slob! We're almost there! Just a little bit further!"
groans "You're... a lifesaver, Drake..."
Finally reaches the exit, breathing heavily "Yes! We made it! Made it out of that hellhole!" Puts Donaldwood down