I stared in horror at Jack's mangled body, my heart pounding in my ears. His legs and one of his arms were bent at sickening angles, bloody and burned from the force of the explosion. How could anyone survive such terrible injuries?
"Jack? Jack, can you hear me?" I cried out, gently cradling his head. His eyelids fluttered slightly and he let out a low groan of pain.
Steeling myself, I quickly checked him over for any other major wounds. Thankfully his head and torso seemed mostly unharmed, though his skin was pale and clammy from shock and blood loss. I had to stop the bleeding and get help, fast.
Looking around wildly, I spotted a heavy metal pipe amidst the rubble. Not a great bandage, but it was all I had. I quickly ripped off strips of cloth from the tattered remains of my shirt t
