“Do you think I care if it gets stained? Ben, you’ll pass out if you lose any more blood.” Mike leant over Ben and tied his T-shirt tightly around Ben’s arm to form a makeshift bandage.
“For fucks sake,” Mike was getting angry at his friend’s stupidity, “You’re coming with me if I have to carry you over my bloody shoulder.” Mike leant down towards Ben, ready to pick him up.
“Get off me!” Ben shouted.
“Come with me then, please?” Mike pleaded, and Ben silently stood up and followed Mike back to the hostel.
“Sit down there,” Mike ordered Ben, pointing to a chair in the foyer, “And don’t even think about running off. I’m going to call an ambulance.”