He was bleeding heavily, obviously left for dead. His head lolled back, and his breathing was shallow.
She pulled him inside, shutting the door and immediately assessing the wounds, getting a damp rag to wipe away blood and check severity, finding and attending to the worst ones first.
Whoever had attacked him had evidently done a toll. They were cuts on his ribs that were deep, intersecting with the pale white scars that crossed his chest. He shifted in his state, groaning slightly.
She looked relieved to see him open his eyes. "It's okay.." She held up her hand slowly. "I've got bandages."
He tensed instantly and shied away from her touch as well as he could, looking up at her with eyes much like a weakened animal caught in a trap may watch the approaching hunter.
The name seemed to calm him slightly, but evidently by his furrowed brows, he was struggling. His hand came up to press against the cut on his chest and unable to support himself anymore, he fell back, hitting his head on the floor.
