ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT
As Grace cradled Terry in her arms, she suddenly remembered some of her first aid training, raise the feet above the head to slow down bleeding. There was a pair of tall wooden stools at one end of the central island, she dragged one of them over to where Terry lay and shuffled it closer to him. She draped a pad of folded tea towels over the lower spindle and lifted his feet to rest on it There was nothing else she could do for him. She could not even give him a sip of water for his parched lips. She folded another pad of towels and replaced the blood drenched pad over his wound. ‘Press it down, keep it pressed down.’ she told him. He acknowledged her with a twisted sad smile.
She had never felt so helpless in her life. The man she loved more than life was dying b
