A True History Book TwoChapter 27
I bent down, picking it up by the cloth, to avoid the stones. Then I turned, and walked back over to our seats. Chuck and Mike were both up now, with my robe and some first aid supplies. “This isn’t my blood, it’s his.” “Then what’s that coming out of your ear, and dripping out of your mouth?” “Bit my tongue. Not much to do with that. Just rinse the ear and put a bandage on it.” “No, Sir. You’re going to the hospital, for x-rays. You may have cracked ribs and a possible punctured lung....