With the helmet off, Josh saw that sand had made its way inside. The pale skin had turned an odd shade of yellow. Sand crusted his lips and eyes. A cut on his forehead trickled blood down his temple.
“Don’t move.” Josh growled. “Drink this.” He raised his copilot’s head and put the bottle to his mouth.
Paris swallowed once and tried to grasp the bottle. He missed. His hand fell across his chest. He opened bloodshot eyes and blinked at Josh. “More,” he rasped.
Josh lifted the bottle again, and this time Paris maneuvered his hand so he could grasp it. He drank and handed it back to Josh who took a quick swallow and recapped it. He stared at Paris; whose eyes had drifted closed again. Josh suddenly wanted to hit him. Get a grip.
“I am not injured.” The hoarse voice startled him.
“I can s
