"Wow!" He gasped out loud.
I barely even recognize you with that serious black eye. I think I should be the one asking if you're ok.
As he was assessing the damage done to my face, I was checking out the extent of his injury.
On the surface, he looked undamaged, but broken ribs and collarbones were not anything that could be seen on the surface, and I had no doubt, he was in a lot of pain.
I have some water if you think you can handle a bit of it.
Yes, please. I can barely even talk right now. I'm so grateful that I can just think my thoughts at you and you'd understand.
I took out the water bottle hanging from my hip belt and held his head up so he could take a few sips, then I lowered him back onto the board.
How's Connor doing? Is he sleeping, or is he unconscious?
