Now that he had one hand free, Aya used that to press it firmly against the injury so he could at least try to stop further bleeding. He felt weak and dizzy but told himself to keep walking somehow. Though honestly, even he had no idea how he was managing to do that. All he wanted to do was collapse.

Once they got to the car, he melted into the seat, unable to sit up straight. He had to stay conscious until they were back home. He had to.