Peter's breathing has stabilised. I've been disinfecting his wounds as much as possible. Hoping he'll stay stable
We're in Roland's car. He's laid out in the back, his midsection covered in bandages and his arm...
...I have no idea what I'm going to do with his arm. He needs a doctor, but we're never staying still enough to risk another hospital scene again.
I'm never saying still again.
I'm never trusting anywhere again.
We spent our Christmas driving. He hasn't woken up.