I watched Cahl wince in pain, suffering like hell without the slightest complaint. So, faced with his stubbornness to be strong in front of me, I decided to suffer with him. I too could be stubborn, and far more so than him.
Because I felt it with terrifying honesty—his pain—I sensed it in every molecule of my being.
“You have to go alone, I can't go with you... I'm in no condition.”
My eyes rested on our intertwined fingers resting on his T-shirt, on his abdomen. How horribly red his blood seemed to me on the white skin of my hand.
“I can't leave you here! If you don’t press hard enough, you’ll lose too much blood and die!”
I wanted to insult him. To yell at him, but what was wrong with me? It was he who was injured, he who was losing gallons of blood, and yet he was encouraging me t
