[He swears, which he never does, but he's in pain and it tickles his sense of humour, to gripe in such a perfectly comforting, protective tone as he heaves himself upright. A minimum of two cracked ribs. He tucks a knee to his chest, leans over it to catch his breath, and works the blade out of his shoe discreetly with the other hand.]
Don't cry, Irene. Everything will be all right, I promise.
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[He swears, which he never does, but he's in pain and it tickles his sense of humour, to gripe in such a perfectly comforting, protective tone as he heaves himself upright. A minimum of two cracked ribs. He tucks a knee to his chest, leans over it to catch his breath, and works the blade out of his shoe discreetly with the other hand.]
Don't cry, Irene. Everything will be all right, I promise.