"Oh god, that is- ugh." Iestyn covered his mouth. That was horrible, and he came as close as he could to offer support.
The vision of his father's bloody face kept playing over and over in his head, so he worked at the edge of the itchy blanket, trying to tear off a thin strip for Addy to use to splint her finger to the one next to it- once it was pushed back into place, of course.