I studied him carefully his body tense, but broken. Ribs cracked beneath bruised skin, leg twisted awkwardly. He hid pain well, but I could see it. My fingers traced the worst spots, knowing every second counted. Weak, yes but alive. No hesitation. I slashed the lock open with my blade, then gently lifted him and laid him down under my boat, away from the sun and noise. He needed rest and help.
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