My heart ached, thinking that he might be hurt. I forced my eyes to open wider, trying to sit up at the same time. “You’re hurt,” I said in a croaked voice. “Me? No." With one hand, he wiped his face, smearing it with more blood and dirt. "It's not my blood,” he replied. He stood too far, un
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