And Simon drops to the stage next to River, his hands knocking Galadan's away in a swift unthinking movement, finding breath and pulse. Both there; neither strong.
(Below the stage, a heavyset young man picks himself up from where he was thrown aside by the Senator's son on his way to the stage. He starts to protest, sees what's going on, swallows the half-formed complaint and stands staring in horrified fascination.)
His eye runs over the wounds: bad. He's going to need --
"I need a first-aid medkit," he says aloud, very clear, very calm. His hands are already moving, bunching the shredded fabric of the shirt into a temporary pad to stop the worst of the bleeding.
Somewhere in his head, a voice is saying with the same calmness: Oh, I see. This is a nightmare. All right, then.
no subject
(Below the stage, a heavyset young man picks himself up from where he was thrown aside by the Senator's son on his way to the stage. He starts to protest, sees what's going on, swallows the half-formed complaint and stands staring in horrified fascination.)
His eye runs over the wounds: bad. He's going to need --
"I need a first-aid medkit," he says aloud, very clear, very calm. His hands are already moving, bunching the shredded fabric of the shirt into a temporary pad to stop the worst of the bleeding.
Somewhere in his head, a voice is saying with the same calmness: Oh, I see. This is a nightmare. All right, then.