The next morning I woke up in what looked like a tent.
"Oh thank god, you're alive! Whatever they did to your arm should be good till we get to a real hospital, so we should keep going."
Dazed and confused I slowly sat up and looked at my arm.
"Y'know what, I think I'd better carry you. You shouldn't walk after losing all that blood." He picked me up before I could do anything, and I wrapped my good arm around him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's not like you're heavy so it should be fine. Just six miles to go!" He started walking and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
After a while Brendan spoke up. "Alright, only two miles left now. Let's take a break, how's your arm doing?" He gently set me down on my feet.
I looked over at my arm, my coat still torn and the blood now dry. "Oh, it's pretty sore, but I can walk if I have to!" I'm the type of person/Barrel that doesn't like asking for help, even if I need it.
"Are you sure? We're only two miles away, so it's up to you." He looked concerned.
"Yeah, I wanna give you a break. Besides it's only two miles, I'm sure I can make it."
"Alright, but if you need to take a break just tell me!"
"Okay, I will." I slowly started walking forward, with Brendan by my side.