Was bad. Okay. He's going to not ask what that means because he just... does not want to know, ever.
"Oh," Wolfgang says weakly. "Okay." He drops his hand. Next time he's going to try and get injured in a way someone can just put a Band-Aid on. In the meantime, stitches, okay, he can handle that — he'll hold still for it, grit his teeth and bear it. He's been doing a lot of that lately.
Where is Hassan? He lost him somewhere in the crowd, and he keeps thinking about that, how he has to find him again, what if he's hurt, what if — No, he's not going to think about that what-if, that would be monstrously unfair in a way he refuses to believe is possible. It's easier to focus on someone else (it always has been), and he's worried about Hassan more than he is about himself.
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"Oh," Wolfgang says weakly. "Okay." He drops his hand. Next time he's going to try and get injured in a way someone can just put a Band-Aid on. In the meantime, stitches, okay, he can handle that — he'll hold still for it, grit his teeth and bear it. He's been doing a lot of that lately.
Where is Hassan? He lost him somewhere in the crowd, and he keeps thinking about that, how he has to find him again, what if he's hurt, what if — No, he's not going to think about that what-if, that would be monstrously unfair in a way he refuses to believe is possible. It's easier to focus on someone else (it always has been), and he's worried about Hassan more than he is about himself.