LIORA'S POV
Marcus returned with the medical kit and handed it to Lena. “He’s still breathing, but it’s shallow. We need to stop the bleeding fast.”
Lena took the kit without a word, her hands already moving with the calm efficiency she had learned over years of patching up the group. She knelt beside the man on the porch bench, she tore shirt with quick reflexes I guess was out of adrenaline. Blood soaked through almost right away. “He’s lost too much blood already. Marcus, hold this cloth here and apply pressure but not too much. Someone please get me the clean towels from the laundry basket.”
Marcus knelt and took over, his big hands steady even though his face looked worried. “He’s lost a lot already. If we don’t stop this soon…”
Kira stood there breathing hard, blood was all over
