Soujirou, hand me the bandages from the kit over there.
[His right arm trembles above Aikawa from the fever racking his body now that the adrenaline has largely run its course. He swallows down the urge to retch and squeezes his eyes shut to fight off the nauseating wave of dizziness as he sways in place. Blood begins to seep from his open left shoulder wound, but he sucks in a breath—cut short by sharp pain from his broken ribs—and presses down on Aikawa's back with renewed zeal.
Once he gets the bandages in question, he asks Soujirou for assistance in getting Aikawa's head wrapped. That is, Soujirou can hold it in place while Sieghart does the wrapping with gritted teeth.
Then the horses slow, and Sieghart's eyes flit to the opening in the back of the cart. He dares not move his head around too much, lest he lose all sense of balance and tip over. He pants slowly, yet shallowly, as they near their destination.]
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[His right arm trembles above Aikawa from the fever racking his body now that the adrenaline has largely run its course. He swallows down the urge to retch and squeezes his eyes shut to fight off the nauseating wave of dizziness as he sways in place. Blood begins to seep from his open left shoulder wound, but he sucks in a breath—cut short by sharp pain from his broken ribs—and presses down on Aikawa's back with renewed zeal.
Once he gets the bandages in question, he asks Soujirou for assistance in getting Aikawa's head wrapped. That is, Soujirou can hold it in place while Sieghart does the wrapping with gritted teeth.
Then the horses slow, and Sieghart's eyes flit to the opening in the back of the cart. He dares not move his head around too much, lest he lose all sense of balance and tip over. He pants slowly, yet shallowly, as they near their destination.]