"You could have been killed!" Lexx's voice dropped to a more distressed tone. Without a second thought, he effortlessly ripped the cloth in his hands. He tore off several long strips, wishing they were a bit drier, but they would have to work.
Chel was breathing deeply, trying to keep herself calm. It hurt to move and her arm tingled. She couldn't see anything clearly on her shoulder. The gashes were filled with blood that was also streaming down her arm. 'At least it isn't spurting.' Chel thought as she watched as Lexx took her arm and slid a strip of soggy red cloth around her shoulder.
Lexx worked quickly, tying the makeshift bandage as tight as he dared get it. He ignored Chel's squeaks and sobs, putting his full concentration on stopping the bleeding.
"I need to get to a hospital, Lexx." Chel finally managed to find her voice.
"I'll take you-" Lexx offered without a thought for his own safety. He wanted to be with Chel. He wanted to make sure she was going to be okay. He wanted to be there for her. He wanted …
