Frank picked up another knife--there was maybe no sense in that, except that it was instinctive to not use the same one that had just been used on him. He ought to do a small word, he knew. Something quick and easy. Jim had given him something a bit lengthy, and there was a note of dizziness that went along with bleeding, but already it was starting to clot up.

He pressed the knife briefly to Jim's flesh.

"Breathe," he told him gently, and began to carve.

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