"I thaid you're going to be fucking okay." Despite the harsh words, his tone is eerily calm as he cradles her close, not caring about how the blood begins to seep into his clothes or how cold it is when he follows after Signless into the cold air. "You're going to be okay, your kidth are going to be okay, everything ith going to be okay."

He squeezes his hand around her arm, ignoring the sharp spark of pain that goes up his arm from his wrist. Leaning down, he presses his face against hers and gets to walking. Fuck his wrist.

"We'll make it. You'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." They need a car, he knows, but he can't just stand still.