"Th-" Jake almost said three before he caught himself, because it had been three wounds before. He remembered the report. Chest, stomach, calf. Tommy had bled out in a back alley and nobody had done a thing to help him. "There's two wounds. Only two. Tell me when you need me to move."
"Tommy, c'mon, count with me. 'aw, mune, pxey, tsing..."