As soon as her fingers grazed his skin and found no resistance, Sarah pulled the shirt slowly upward, as fast as she dared, toward his head. It was a matter of moments before he stood shirtless before her. Which should have mattered but she was so caught up in the activity of saving him from his own wounds that she kept moving.
The banadage was still in her hand, even as she'd moved his shirt up and over his head. With it, she pressed as gently as she could and still calm the blood loss that she saw coming from his wound.
"Please," she said. "Please, don't..." But nothing made sense because ultimately she knew he couldn't die but she was worried beyond what should have been acceptible as she wound the bandage around his torso and fixed it tightly.