Raju’s gaze catches on the blood running out of Francis’ mouth. Raju’s hands are still.
The fire should be very warm, now. It’s brighter than it was a moment ago. He can see nearly everything.
Raju’s hands move, not quite quick enough to stop himself from thinking about it, to wipe the blood from Francis’ mouth with a rag and fling the rag into the fire.
“I’m going to sit you up now,” he says, sliding an arm under Francis’ neck, not letting his gaze linger anywhere. He has to get this done, and not think about what happens after. “Don’t do any work, just lean on me. Your ribs and your face, you’re sure that’s all?”
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The fire should be very warm, now. It’s brighter than it was a moment ago. He can see nearly everything.
Raju’s hands move, not quite quick enough to stop himself from thinking about it, to wipe the blood from Francis’ mouth with a rag and fling the rag into the fire.
“I’m going to sit you up now,” he says, sliding an arm under Francis’ neck, not letting his gaze linger anywhere. He has to get this done, and not think about what happens after. “Don’t do any work, just lean on me. Your ribs and your face, you’re sure that’s all?”