I took the opportunity, found some measure of courage and hurried forward to my target.
There was a leg, half floating, weighed down on one end by a metal boot on the foot.
Um.
Someone in a leather costume lay on their back,
Oh, good, there’s someone attached to it.
barely conscious, bleeding from a gash that had opened them from the left hip to their right shoulder, a cloud of blood spilling out in the filthy water that came halfway up to our knees, an inky black color in the gloom.
Ouch. First aid or not, Taylor isn’t a miracle worker (unless the miracles involve bugs), so this could be difficult.
Icouldn’t (sic) help them, as much as it pained me to ignore them, move on. I had to trust that the armband would direct me to someone I could help.
Yeah, this ain’t gonna work. Sorry, pal.
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