"Shit," Timothy cursed.
"You need to keep pressing it down before you lose more blood," Alfred advised him.
"I-I know but it fucking hurt," Timothy said with eyes full of tears. He knew he wasn't going to make it too far with the wound in his side. "You should leave and find help for yourself. You are hurt too," he said, looking at Alfred's slumped arm.
They were ambushed on their way out of town by a small group of men. Alfred had warned him to prepare for danger on the way back so he kept a weapon by his side. As prepared as they were, they were still outnumbered.
Alfred exited the carriage with a knife he bought somewhere and aided Timothy in the fight.
"You are not too bad for your age," Timothy complimented Alfred. Alfred used a smaller weapon but he was smart in his attacks and able to take away a sword to use on their enemies.
