She could see Kurt’s lips going white and the rest of his face paling, too. Mike stepped up behind Kurt and grabbed him under the arms as Kurt’s grip on the crutches began to falter.
He eased Kurt down onto the bed and Maggie lifted Kurt’s leg. She pushed the hem of the robe up to check the status of the dressings on his leg. It was beginning to show hints of bleed-through.
“Kurt, I’m going to change your bandages. I can’t tell if you popped a stitch or if the incision is just seeping.” Maggie reached into the backpack and took out a pair of shears, quickly cutting the gauze and tape.
“f*****g hurts,” he replied.
“Noted.” She could see his hands clenched on the fabric of the sheets under him.
She gently removed the layers of gauze. The stitches appeared to be intact. No, take that bac
