Mari stood frozen in her spot, eyebrow slightly raised in confusion. He was clearly hurt. She saw the blood on him as clearly as she could see his frightened expression. There was no way she was going to leave him this way. It didn't matter if he suddenly got up and started dancing the macarena. The sight of blood was never a good one. And for reasons unknown to her, he seemed to be terrified of going inside his house. Sure, she'd had nightmares in the past, but never had she wanted to hang out on the side of the road until morning because of them.
Slowly, she moved closer to him, not wanting to startle him but at the same time realizing it would be futile trying to get him to a hospital. She had no idea what had caused that wound or what infection it was likely to bring. The only thing she could do was try and calm him down. Lowering herself down beside him, Mari gave him her bravest and most genuine smile. "I'll sit with you then. Is that okay?" She tilted her head to the side to see if she could get a better view of the wound. Her eyes had just now gotten used to the darkness of night. The cut didn't seem too bad, but it wasn't something that any old bandaid could fix up. If only she could figure out a way to help him... and then it hit her.
"Dietre, would it be all right if I took a closer look at that? Just so that I can see if I can help?"