Ezra lowered Bobby carefully onto the cold tunnel floor. The stone beneath them was uneven and damp, and when Bobby's back touched the wall, he hissed in pain. His fingers dug into the dirt as if he could grip the ground and stop the agony from spreading.
The arrow pierced straight through his leg.
The metal tip showed on one side. The wooden shaft stuck out from the other.
Bobby stared at it like he couldn't understand what he was seeing. His breathing turned rough. Blood slid down his calf and dripped onto the ground, forming a dark pool that slowly widened.
"You'll be fine," Ezra said quietly.
His voice did not tremble.
He opened his space bag and took out herbs, a small grinding pot, clean bandages, a bottle of alcohol, and an unused dagger. He lined them up neatly on the floor beside him, arranging everything within reach.
Lime had already set up a small fire nearby. The flame flickered against the tunnel walls, stretching their shadows long and thin.
