"Let me," he quickly says, grabbing Wei Ying's hand and holding it to the cloth on his front. "Keep pressure. Let Lan Zhan turn you."

He does not know how to be kinder about this without allowing his panic to surface and hopes Wei Ying can forgive his bedside manner. Without another word he puts one hand under Wei Ying's shoulder and the other under his hip and turns him, pressing a knee against him to keep him upright. It must be horribly painful but he immediately presses another bandage to the wound on his back, bigger and more jagged than the front.

"Keep making noise, Wei Ying. Must know you are awake," he commands, swallowing down every emotion that tries to arise until this is finished.