Snippet #919481

So...the one that was conscious and near myself and the unconscious one was leading the rabble. ...not that I would know, but the older man seemed to disapprove. And he would probably know better, guessing from his age. He stood up as Lee said something about an escapee, and I looked up. Sure enough, one was running. I didn't bother watching as he started to take aim. A little dramatic just for someone who was already wounded. I stayed there, just in case the unconscious man woke up, wondering if anyone was going to go for the doctor. I heard the shot as the man, who had introduced himself as Alfred, shot the runaway. I shook my head. You'd think there had been enough problems. And he dragged the now-more-severely injured runaway back nearby. Just more work for the doctor. I took care of the wound in his arm as best as possible, but without water, there wasn't much I could do but make sure the handkerchief didn't loosen. I decided against getting the doctor myself; someone would have to explain what had happened after he had passed out, after all. I looked around, wondering if they had forgotten this man lying here.