Ryuutaro thought he was going to die from fear at the moment the man raised his weapon. He felt himself turn to stone again. Fear, fear, fear. How did he get into this? How would he get out of it?

The solution apparently appeared to be another man he didn't know. Ryuutaro had no idea where he came from and whether he was good or bad, but he appreciated the fact the he showed up.
Once the two man got away a bit, Ryuutaro felt that he could move again.
There was only one direction his feet would carry him now. It was more of uncoordinated stumbling, but he was dashing over to Hayato, totally disregarding the other injured boy.

Falling to his knees next to him, Ryuutaro looked him over. They needed to get away from here, but he didn't even know how he could touch him without hurting him further.
Hesitantly he brought up his hand, featherly brushing Hayato's cheek.
"Hayato...? C-can you hear me? ... if so... just... look at me, alright? Just..."
Ryuutaro trailed off, not knowing what more he could even say.