That hand on her arm and shout made her jump and flinch, reminded her of angry nights long past. She could feel the awful way her heart suddenly lunged and sped at the shock of fright.
He made an oath, was what she reminded herself furiously.
"Okay, okay!" she told him, yanking her arm free of his slippery grip. "No hospital!" She crouched down and grabbed his face to make sure he was looking at her and was paying attention. "But then we need to stop the bleeding right now. Cause you're gonna die if we don't. You get it? I need something hot, like... an iron, or a poker or something I can make red hot and cauterize the wound, cause these towels aren't gonna be enough." She slapped him then, not hard, not meant to hurt, just meant to keep his attention and make him listen if blood loss was setting in. "Got anything like that?"