"I can't make you any promises, your brother's in rough shape, Reed," Stanley said as the doors closed, working on helping Ciaran to breathe, unsure if the boy would need a tracheotomy to breathe past all of the blood. So far, with the oxygen, he was getting some air in, he didn't want to put Ciaran through any more trauma, especially with his blood loss.
"Ciaran...if you can hear me, my name's Stanley, I've got Reed here, we're looking after you," Stanley said, keeping the mask against the boy's face. "Reed, are you his caregiver? Or your parents? Someone's going to have to make some decisions for him. He's got a massive internal bleed, he's going to need surgery, but a doctor's going to need to tell you more about the risks. When he gets to the hospital though, you can't go with him."