Indy grunted as he sat down in front of Mutt's still body. He was getting too old for this.
Shortly after their conversation, Mutt had passed out. Indy had seen a cave and half drug, half hauled the greaser into it. He had laid him near the back and had then gone to retrieve his satchel, finding Mutt's switchblade in the process.
He knew lighting a fire was a dangerous idea, but he didn't have a choice. Mutt was going into shock because of blood loss and needed the heat. Indy had to have the light to see the wound as well. If he waited until daylight, Mutt would be dead.
He looked at Mutt. He looked like he was peacefully sleeping, if not very pale. The kid had lost a lot of blood and he needed to hurry. Indy wiggled Mutt's leather jacket off and rolled it so that the bloody parts were inside. He stuffed it under Mutt's head as a makeshift pillow. It wouldn't be comfortable, but it was better than nothing. He pushed Mutt's shirt up so he could have a look at the wound. He grimaced at the sight.
The firelight flickered across Mutt's exposed stomach revealing puckered scars crisscrossing all over it. He hadn't seen them earlier from the blood had covered the little area he had seen, but now that he had pulled the shirt up, they were revealed. Indy sat back on his haunches. So maybe the kid did know about blood loss. He had a feeling he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to see. He chuckled at the thought. His whole life had been spent seeing things he wasn't supposed to see. Curiosity got the best of him, and he gently rolled Mutt onto his side. There were less scars on his back, but Indy could still see many. Obviously, the kid either got himself in lots of fights, or he had had to fight his way out of them. Either way, it didn't matter at the moment. Indy bent back to his task. What the kid chose to do or had to do was not his problem. Keeping him alive was.
He carefully turned Mutt back over and grabbed the pieces of the blanket he had torn earlier and started to bandage the wound as best he could. He didn't have enough water to clean it. Mutt had gotten paler as the night went on, and his pulse weaker. Indy knew only time would tell.
He settled in for the wait.