Eada gaped. The wolves were dead. She was alive and Robert was injured. In the faint light she couldn't see how badly, but there was a dark stain down his arm as he knelt in the dirt. The dead wolf beside him.
Adrenaline still pulsed, hot and fierce, through Eada's veins and she rushed to his side - the side that wasn't bleeding. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry. Come on," she encouraged him to his feet, her arm round his waist and his around her shoulders. She was too short to effectively support him. It wasn't his legs that were injured, but his arm was bad and he must be in some kind of shock. Eada supposed it was only the adrenaline holding her together.
They stopped by the fire. "Sit down. Let me see." She knew very little about medicine, as far as she could get was very, very basic first aid - learnt only from watching other people and she had never seen a proper emergency.
"Okay," She exhaled. "You're bleeding a lot." She bit the corner of her lip. "Oh, man. I don't know what I'm doing," she admitted. She knew she had to put pressure on the wound, tie it up somehow to stop dirt getting in. She looked around the camp and spotted the tent. I hope this isn't too precious, Robert. She ripped a strip from the tent, using the bloody dagger to aid the tearing. She stepped back: it wasn't too big a hole, besides, it was to help him.
"Sorry," she said, returning to his side. She was decent enough to look shameful at ripping his tent, but it didn't last long as she turned to focusing on his arm. "Okay, if you know anything about bandaging a wound, now's the time to share it."
She began wrapping the wound, the adrenaline draining from her system and leaving her tired. Her hands quivered slightly as she worked. "I do it tight, right?" She remembered something about that, maybe from an accident in the kitchen at her father's restaurant.
The result wasn't prefect - not even nearly - but it stayed on his arm and seemed tight enough to keep the blood inside his body. She hoped at least.
Adrenaline still pulsed, hot and fierce, through Eada's veins and she rushed to his side - the side that wasn't bleeding. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry. Come on," she encouraged him to his feet, her arm round his waist and his around her shoulders. She was too short to effectively support him. It wasn't his legs that were injured, but his arm was bad and he must be in some kind of shock. Eada supposed it was only the adrenaline holding her together.
They stopped by the fire. "Sit down. Let me see." She knew very little about medicine, as far as she could get was very, very basic first aid - learnt only from watching other people and she had never seen a proper emergency.
"Okay," She exhaled. "You're bleeding a lot." She bit the corner of her lip. "Oh, man. I don't know what I'm doing," she admitted. She knew she had to put pressure on the wound, tie it up somehow to stop dirt getting in. She looked around the camp and spotted the tent. I hope this isn't too precious, Robert. She ripped a strip from the tent, using the bloody dagger to aid the tearing. She stepped back: it wasn't too big a hole, besides, it was to help him.
"Sorry," she said, returning to his side. She was decent enough to look shameful at ripping his tent, but it didn't last long as she turned to focusing on his arm. "Okay, if you know anything about bandaging a wound, now's the time to share it."
She began wrapping the wound, the adrenaline draining from her system and leaving her tired. Her hands quivered slightly as she worked. "I do it tight, right?" She remembered something about that, maybe from an accident in the kitchen at her father's restaurant.
The result wasn't prefect - not even nearly - but it stayed on his arm and seemed tight enough to keep the blood inside his body. She hoped at least.
