"I have to get you both to the hospital," Joel answers, glancing between the two of them before he strips off his t-shirt and wrings the water out of it as best he can. It'll sting, but it's better than nothing, and he presses it to Spencer's side where he's bleeding, then grabs his hand and puts it over the shirt, pressing down hard. "Hold this."
Then he scrambles across the sand for his sweater, yanking his cell phone out of the pocket and dialing for an ambulance as he drags himself back to the two of them. His sweater is dry, thicker, and he looks down at Cosette for a moment, at a loss. He had no idea, but it doesn't matter now and all he can do is press his sweater to her wounds, hoping it's enough until an ambulance comes. "Someone's coming," he says when he finally lets the phone drop from where he's been holding it with his shoulder. Both his hands are busy, one holding the sweater to Cosette's wounds, the other reaching out to make sure Spencer is holding the shirt against his side. "Someone's coming, okay? It's fine... it's fine."
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Date: 2014-05-27 02:44 pm (UTC)Then he scrambles across the sand for his sweater, yanking his cell phone out of the pocket and dialing for an ambulance as he drags himself back to the two of them. His sweater is dry, thicker, and he looks down at Cosette for a moment, at a loss. He had no idea, but it doesn't matter now and all he can do is press his sweater to her wounds, hoping it's enough until an ambulance comes. "Someone's coming," he says when he finally lets the phone drop from where he's been holding it with his shoulder. Both his hands are busy, one holding the sweater to Cosette's wounds, the other reaching out to make sure Spencer is holding the shirt against his side. "Someone's coming, okay? It's fine... it's fine."