The firefighter trying to hold her right arm is being battered around. He face is green and looks like he wants to be anywhere other than where he is.
I look at him.
Switch?
It is not a really a question. I am taking his spot. I'll be the muscle. He can use his medical skills.
I slide it his space.
I say to her, Medical units are here. There's no hitting. I know it hurts. Squeeze my hand as hard as you can. You are going to be okay sweetie.
I can't believe I said sweetie.
I feel a dripping on my arm and look. It's from Carhartt, or rather is sleeve. It's soaked in blood up to his elbow, so is his other sleeve and his pants to his knees. Fat tissue and skin particles speckle his his uniform. His squatting in a blood.
I nudge him, Just so you know, you're contaminated.
He nods as he leans over her body to help with the tourniquet.
The cuffs of my sleeves a rimmed as well.