He's panicking slightly. The way she says his name tugs on his heart. But he can't break down now. He has to deal with this, take responsibility for this, even though it's something he would never even think of doing...
Thankfully he doesn't notice the brand yet, obscured by so much blood.
She says she needs a doctor, and she's right. She's lost too much blood, and at the very least, she needs IV hydration and a strong painkiller. Two things he doesn't have. Her pain is hurting him... He's never felt that way before.
Think, Jeritza, think. He looks down at his hands, which are covered in blood. If he carries her into a clinic, what will they think? What story will they tell them? Will he be recognized and incriminated immediately, regardless of what they say?
It doesn't matter. He won't let her die, and he won't let her suffer needlessly. He can deal with whatever happens to him, so long as he knows she's okay.
"Okay. I will take you."
He helps her to sit up against the cabinets. Then he removes his own sweater.
"I need to tie your arm up. This will hurt."
He gently, but quickly, bends her broken arm up against her chest so it won't fall or hang painfully as he carries her. He ties his sweater around her snugly, to hold the arm in place. Then he lifts her. He'll walk to the end of the street and call a cab from there, so no one knows exactly where they came from.
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He's panicking slightly. The way she says his name tugs on his heart. But he can't break down now. He has to deal with this, take responsibility for this, even though it's something he would never even think of doing...
Thankfully he doesn't notice the brand yet, obscured by so much blood.
She says she needs a doctor, and she's right. She's lost too much blood, and at the very least, she needs IV hydration and a strong painkiller. Two things he doesn't have. Her pain is hurting him... He's never felt that way before.
Think, Jeritza, think. He looks down at his hands, which are covered in blood. If he carries her into a clinic, what will they think? What story will they tell them? Will he be recognized and incriminated immediately, regardless of what they say?
It doesn't matter. He won't let her die, and he won't let her suffer needlessly. He can deal with whatever happens to him, so long as he knows she's okay.
"Okay. I will take you."
He helps her to sit up against the cabinets. Then he removes his own sweater.
"I need to tie your arm up. This will hurt."
He gently, but quickly, bends her broken arm up against her chest so it won't fall or hang painfully as he carries her. He ties his sweater around her snugly, to hold the arm in place. Then he lifts her. He'll walk to the end of the street and call a cab from there, so no one knows exactly where they came from.