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Mayonette hurried over to Cordelia's side where Garnae lay wounded and unconscious. She pulled out the smelling salts that she had packed in case Sandrina was unconscious. She waved it under neath his nose. His eyes flickered opened.
"He's alive, but we have to stop the bleeding. He's just faint from all the loss of blood. He'll be fine," she said, examing his side. It was only a small cut that ran the length of his side. It wasn't deep enough to have done any real damage.
She ripped Garnae's sleeves and pressed them to his side. She handed one to Cordelia, who looked up at her like she had no idea what was going on.
"Come on Cordelia! Get with it! You want him to live? Then hold this against his side tightly. If we can get the bleeding to stop then he has a chance," she ordered. What had come over the woman she had no idea. Cordelia had never been the type of girl that lost her head at the site of blood.
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