Ask him

Shit, there was so much blood! I quickly stripped off my jacket and pressed it to the deep wound in the abdomen, trying to feel the pulse on his wrist at the same time and not paying attention to the gaping flesh wound on his face.

"Damn it, Shanks, do you want to kill yourself ?!"

My hand went to his carotid artery and ... there he was. Very weak, but I felt the throbbing on my fingers. "He's alive," I breathed. "Reese, quick, call an ambulance, he's still alive!"

"Fuck. Put his head back so he can breathe better. ”The cell phone was already on his ear. "And keep your hand on the wound, otherwise ... yes, Venator Tack here, Proles danger zone level red, we have a victim here," Reese said into his cell phone. "Open abdominal wound. The degree of injury ... "

I blocked it out while he passed on more details and the address, concentrating entirely on the caretaker and the faint throbbing under my fingers. This man was a hero, he had saved the children