"Hey," he says the moment you crouch beside him.

And Keegan immediately regrets those words because when his gaze finds yours, all he can see is terror in your reddened and glistening eyes. His jaw snaps shut as you begin to tend to his wounds, avoiding his stare the best you can, muttering under your breath. Stupid, stupid, you mumble.

Your hands are shaking as you cut away the fabric covering the injuries. Your lips are pursed, and your clothes are bloodstained. He knows what the tense expression on your face means, and a wave of guilt washes over him.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, but the words fall flat. "I'm so sorry."