"Ah, okay, okay, stop moving around," Thal broke his cautious movement to hurry towards the girl and dropped down to one knee next to her. He grimaced at the gruesome vision. The arrow had shattered bone and tore through muscle such that he was surprised her hands were still attached. Pulling in a deep breath - one that he stopped almost immediately at the uncomfortable sensation of air pushing out from a hole in his chest - Thal worked past a wall of mental nausea to rest a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing. "Lay back down and, uh, we'll get that out, okay?"
He urged her down and gripped the arrow's shaft, moving his other hand to press down on her arms over her face as he pulled.
He urged her down and gripped the arrow's shaft, moving his other hand to press down on her arms over her face as he pulled.
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