The Cruelty of The Gods - Part 3

He blinked at her in owlish confusion, as though not understanding quite what had happened. "Sorry," he said in a hoarse voice that made it sound like he was seconds away from death already.

She glanced at the wound on his leg, and pulled apartthe severed cloth of his trouser leg so she could see it better. She gasped at the sight of it and bit her lip. He shouldn't have been walking at all. It needed stitching immediately. Blood was flowing freely from the wound as it struggled to clot.

But there was nothing they could do until they reached the village. At best, they were twenty minutes away from her house.

"Beam," she said anxiously, but firmly. "We need to keep moving, Beam. It's too cold for you to be out here with no shirt on, and your leg needs stitching straight away – if you lose any more blood, it'll be dangerous."

"I got it, sorry," Beam said, using a tree to climb to his feet again.