Kearn shuffled forward, glancing at the other student who was helping him carry his sister. His blue eyes traveled to ward his hand that was on Lamia's forehead. His heart quickened as he realized that he didn't know how much time he'd was spending. Hell, he may die because of this. They needed to hurry, or he might not make it either. Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head to where he could see the glowing numbers.
When he first looked at the numbers, he couldn't quite understand them. The small numbers seemed completely foreign to him. '50 years' He couldn't bring himself to look at the other numbers. He'd lost 75 years, and counting. At this rate, the nurse would need to come to them, not the other way around. As far as he could tell, he was giving Lamia sporadic amounts of time, meaning he could suddenly give away the rest of his time, ultimately killing him. Or he could give off a few seconds, too little for Lamia. 'Who ever you are, hurry! If I die, Lamia will too. I can't allow that!'
He'd made a promise to himself when his sister was in her coma, that when she would awaken, he would protect her from harm. 'And I am doing such a poor job of that...'