"Han Xin!" Xiang Yu shook him urgently, but Han Xin remained unresponsive. He sighed, realising he had fainted. With a grunt, he pushed Han Xin up and propped him against the wall. He inspected the injury on the man's temple. It wasn't too severe, but it still needed attention. He tore a strip from his outer robe and tied it around Han Xin's head to stop the bleeding.
As he worked, Xiang Yu noticed Han Xin's arm was at an odd angle. "Damn it," he muttered, looking around for anything that could help but there was nothing. The rocks blocking their entrance meant they couldn't go back the way they came. The cave was too damp to stay in. They had to get out of here. Xiang Yu grabbed his good arm, hoisted him onto his back, and ventured deeper into the cave, searching for a dry spot.
In his mind, he called out to the Divine Emperor, "This is really an emergency, old man."
