"There..... there was a," he swallows, coughs a few times, and breathes, "a light?  ...It hit me."

"Mm."

"Who're you?"

"Lucien. And you are?"

"Nnnnnn.  Beau.  ....Can I go back to sleep?  'Mtired."

"No, you may not."

"Ohh.  .....I wanna, though."  He closes his eyes.

Lucien can resume digging his nails into Beau's arm. Harder than last time, apparently.

"Ow -"  He squirms.

Nope, not happening. He pushes the squirming Beau off his lap forcefully.

"....Ow."  But it seems like a slightly more lucid complaint.

"Are you awake now?"

"Yeah."  He gets an elbow underneath himself and sits up a little bit.  Halfway.  Maybe a quarter.

Lucien can lift Beau into a sitting position.

"- hrk -"

This causes Beau to look down at himself.

There's a hole in his shirt.  There are multiple holes in his shirt, and some of them are big.  Right through his chest.  And there's kind of a lot of blood, and not just on him....

"- What?  Happened?"

"You fell."

"...No.  There was a light.  - An explosion?  Did you - how could you have fixed me -"  He digs his fingers into his chest, dizzily searching for wounds.  Doesn't find any.  Realizes how dumb that would have been, if there were any.  Leans over to one side and throws up.

"-huh."

"Can we - uhhg, go away from the blood -"

Lucien suppresses a deeply confusing emotion.

"Yes, we can do that."

Beau tries to shuffle along the ground, finds it ineffective, and pivots to using Lucien to hoist himself up.

Lucien pointedly doesn't react to this!

- Yeah, he doesn't really like the idea of walking on his own at the moment; it doesn't seem like it'll go well.  He leans on Lucien until they manage to get some distance between them and most of the seepage.

....And this doesn't even help, really, because it's on him - he sinks back onto the ground, takes off his shirt, mops up what he can, and flings it back toward the general direction of where his blood is.