On The Run

"We need to stop the bleeding!" Ghost rummaged through the bed of the truck.
Gaz quickly, instinctively handed him his entire shirt, which Ghost took and cut up into bandages.
"Is he going to be alright?" Rudy started to panic, his brain finally processing the events.
By now the truck bed was covered in blood, and so was everyone in it. Ghosts hands made a small tremble, though he hid it pretty well. Gaz felt himself growing sick with worry, and Rudy could barely keep himself breathing.