Instead of getting better, he seemed to retreat within himself and shake. It scared Lily more to see him like this and she knew the severity of the situation. But what should she do? She couldn't leave him or more she didn't want to. Something didn't sit right with that notion and she found she would use that as a last resort. This would be the last time she left his side.
She glanced at his journal laying in the corner and thought about asking for help. She looked down at him, brushing hair from his eyes and feeling sweat on his brow. Was that a good sign? She frowned, shaking her head. Journal wasn't a good idea. His friends wouldn't come and help him if she was there and there was no way she was going to leave him with them.
The last option was to just bundle him up in her arms and keep the wound covered, hoping to stop the bleeding. That was the most important part. From his shivering, she could only imagine he was cold; rightly so as he was losing so much blood. She took the rest of her robe and laid it over him, pulling him closer to him. "I won't leave you," she reassured him. "I'm here." She racked her brain for other things she could do to help. What was it that her mother had said about first aid? Blood to the brain...
It was the only time she moved to grab some books and place them under his legs and arms. Blood back into the brain she he would become more coherent. She needed to know what he wanted, what he needed. She wanted him better so she could move him and get him the proper attention.
"I'm so sorry," she said again, settling herself back down, his head in her lap. "I know you probably don't understand, but I'm sorry. I don't want you to hurt like this. Please don't."