"Bleddyn?"Wolfram tore his gaze from the ground."Bleddyn!"His voice was shrill with panic as he saw in the dim light, blood now dripping on the ground. He quickly moved over to her."Lachlan....!"He glanced at his friend."She's loosing a lot of blood..." He shuddered, looking back at the wound. I don't know what to do....I have to pull the knife out to stop the bleeding, but it'll cause more bleeding as well.... "I don't know what to do..."
Bleddyn shifted away from him, curling her good leg into her chest in a stupid attempt at warming herself out of the shock. The thought of relocating her left leg was jarring. "Just ll-leave it be. I'll be ff-fine." The bed of blood she was resting on wasn't even registering as nauseating- perhaps it was just her old familiarity with scarlet rivers.
(Guys, I'm sorry, my posts won't be fancy, I'm really sick rn)"No, you will not be fine."Wolfram snapped."You'll die of blood loss. I'm not going to let that happen. I have....I have to....."He threw his head back, letting out a inaudible shriek of frusteration."LACHLAN!"
Lachlan, who had untimely passed out again, opened his eyes. He climbed to his feet unstably, looked woozy as he glanced between the two. "We have to cut off the run of bl... Blood." He stammered, ripping some of his shirt off. "Tie this h... hard above the wound, Wolfram. I shouldn't... Shouldn't in this state."
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