*Leo*
Darion’s eyes were wide as he stared at me, his gaze dropping to Franky’s unconscious form. I was startled to see him and wished that we were in a situation that would allow me to be impressed by his good shot.
Sadly, there was no time. Franky was bleeding out in front of me.
“Get over here and help me,” I ordered Darion.
The kid was still shaking but he rushed to obey, dropping to his knees beside me. He looked grave as he surveyed Franky’s wounds.
“We need to stop the bleeding as best we can,” I told him, already slugging off my jacket and handing it to Darion, who fumbled with it. “Get that on his wound, press it down firmly to try and slow the bleeding down.”
Darion did as I asked, looking a little green around the gills as he laid the jacket over Franky’s shoulder and pushed down. He winced, as if he feared that he would hurt him by doing that but Franky wasn’t going to feel anything right now. He was out cold.
I just prayed that he wouldn’t stay that way.
