KALLE
Kalle's hands trembled so badly she hurt Gahrye trying to get pressure on the wound. It was in a strange spot on his side, slightly closer to his back. She'd initially helped him lay down on his back, but as she tried to get pressure on it, she realized she needed him rolled over.
"Y-you need to roll onto your stomach, Gahrye, so I can get pressure on this."
He groaned, but rolled with her help, his eyes screwed tight with pain. The wound had already saturated his side.
She didn't want to scare him, but she was afraid Shaw might have nicked one of his kidneys and she didn't remember all the details, but she knew that was bad if it had happened.
Very bad.
"Okay. Okay," she said, her voice high and tight. "This is going to hurt, but I need to try and stop the bleeding, so I'm going to press hard and—"
