For a while, we both looked at each other in fear. Should I run away? After all, it was injured; it couldn't catch me. I slowly began to step back. A voice inside me said this was a wrong choice.
Would I regret leaving it like this? It was hurt, and maybe it would die. There was even a chance it might attack me. But on the other hand, it looked so helpless. Even if I tried to do something, wouldn't it likely die anyway? When I stepped out of its line of sight, I turned around and started walking back quickly.
Inside, I felt a terrible feeling. My mind was on it, on that creature that looked more helpless than me and appeared frightened. I felt bad. I paused for a moment; moving forward felt difficult. Was it really a good idea to leave it like that? Didn't I need to do everything I could to ease my conscience? At least I would have an excuse, and I wouldn't feel regret.
I quickly walked back to the creature. It looked surprised to see me and was watching cautiously. I approached slowly, trying not to scare it. When I looked closely at its wound, I realized that the metal piece I thought was iron was actually a bone sticking out from its leg.
For a moment, my stomach churned, and I felt like I was going to throw up. The thick smell of blood in the air was also quite nauseating. After a bit of time, I regained my composure. I didn't know how to perform first aid, but I knew there was too much blood, and I needed to slow the bleeding.
I took off my clothes and folded them a bit. When I looked at it, it still seemed somewhat frightened, but I noticed it was observing me with curious eyes. I pointed to its wound with my hand and then to the folded piece of clothing.
I didn't know if it understood me, but I hoped it would understand my body language. It nodded its head in agreement.
I took the folded piece of clothing and slowly placed it under its wounded leg. I threaded it under the protruding bone and tightened it. It groaned in pain. I had to tighten it as much as possible to reduce the bleeding. I tied the clothing tighter and looked at it. Its eyes were closed, and it was lying still.
Was it dead!? After examining it for a moment, I saw its chest rising and falling slightly. It was alive. I think it had fainted. What should I do now? Was this enough? I stared at it for a while, thinking about what I could do for it, but nothing came to mind.
Would touching it do anything? I gently touched its nose; I could feel its breathing, and its nose was soft. I moved a little closer and touched its head. They had no fur on their bodies, but their skin was as soft as human skin, and it felt like touching a snake. I wondered if they shed their skin.
After a while, I started to feel cold. The inside of the wreckage was chilly. When I looked at the injured creature again, I noticed it was still lying there, unconscious. It wasn't going anywhere anyway. I began to search other areas of the wreckage, but most places were unusable, and some areas had collapsed, making it impossible to enter. Although I found one or two bodies, there wasn't much I could do for them.
I returned to the creature with a few pieces of clothing; if I was cold, it must have been cold too. I covered it with the pieces of clothing like a blanket and began to wait beside it.
