Raju is in agony, possibly worse than how Crozier actually physically feels in the moment. Saying the obvious out loud had been a blow to whatever state of denial or peace he’d settled into the moment he found Crozier outside in the snow. It brought to the forefront a very real possibility; his friend could die. No one wants to have to think about these things.

He can’t stand being handled with kid gloves, even if he very obviously should be. He’d rather be in pain than see that lost look on Raju’s face. He leans himself forward to make room for whatever that needs to be done. Discomfort be damned, he’s going to hurt anyway.

“Put your arm around my back, just under my ribs.” Holding himself like this is exceedingly painful; he hopes he moves quickly.