“I don’t understand what’s happening.” His voice was thick, overfilled with pain and confusion. Room for rational thought had been squeezed to nothing some time ago.

“Well. Honestly? I think you’re bleeding out.” Was the too-blunt reply.

“But…why?”

“It probably has something to do with the giant gash in your head.”

“But…”

“I think I can see your brain.”

“But?”

“I mean, I am trying to put pressure on it, but it’s not like I can tourniquet that shit.”

“I don’t…”

I’ve got very little first aid training. Everybody else is kinda dealing with their own issues.”

“What…?”

“It’s totally fucked up. I”m doing what I can.”

“I just came here for groceries…”

“I know. We all did.”