"I-Jesus, that's a lot of blood," George said, looking at Darerca with concern. "Yes, just keep putting pressure on that, I'll be right back. And...I don't think Padraig is dead."
George limped downstairs, gathering up thread and rope from his supply cabinet. He could feel his face starting to swell up and bruise. He tossed Darerca the thread ("be careful!") and then went to the room Padraig was gasping in.