Her slender arm had a gash, and he didn’t dare apply any pressure, even though her wrist was far from the wound. Her hand had just been in water, and it was freezing.
With a handkerchief, George carefully wiped the blood and water near her wound. He asked, “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
He tried to calm himself and regained his composure. However, his voice and hands had been trembling uncontrollably from earlier.
George glanced at Isabelle and asked, “Why aren’t you talking? Does it hurt much? Hold on, I’ll take you back to the camp and get treated. Sorry, I came too late...”
George’s voice was filled with guilt. But, Isabelle still remained silent.
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