The challenge word is Water and something has taken down one of the boys.
I trickle the water slowly from the plastic bottle across his brow, tilting his body where he leans against my hip, so that the silvery rivulets cut a swathe through the sticky blood on his face.
He is still not quite conscious, but his eyes flutter trying to find a focus and his hand squeezes my arm weakly, grounding himself.
His brother runs urgently towards us, bringing the first aid kit they seem to carry as standard in their battered old car and I wonder at what their life must be?
But I know I am glad they were here.
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