He's been trained, of course, to treat this or that thing until a doctor an arrive, but he's never really had to. Not like this. He doesn't want to watch his friend die.
He pushes the thought away, leaning forward to pull up Francis' shirt. None of that matters right now. What matters is finding out what's wrong. But there's not enough light, he can't tell, he can't see—
With a sudden noise the fire grows, brighter and louder, and Raju leans forward, fingers moving very carefully over Francis' chest. "Where did he get you?" Raju demands. "Did he stab you?"
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He's been trained, of course, to treat this or that thing until a doctor an arrive, but he's never really had to. Not like this. He doesn't want to watch his friend die.
He pushes the thought away, leaning forward to pull up Francis' shirt. None of that matters right now. What matters is finding out what's wrong. But there's not enough light, he can't tell, he can't see—
With a sudden noise the fire grows, brighter and louder, and Raju leans forward, fingers moving very carefully over Francis' chest. "Where did he get you?" Raju demands. "Did he stab you?"