The implication was disturbing. Phoenix glanced at the sidewalk but quickly looked away, trying not to think too hard about what could have happened in the office if Tyki hadn’t arrive sooner… or what could be happening to other people if he stopped now.

He wavered for a moment and then reached for Tyki’s sleeve and helped him inch it a bit higher, doing his best to ignore the blood smearing his fingers. When it was high enough, he took the cravat and began wrapping it around the wound.

“It won’t do anyone any good if you completely wear yourself out, though.” It could cost more people their lives, Phoenix thought, including Tyki’s own.