Stooped, his chest was hurting worse than ever. He had to fix it. Now. He unbuckled the guy’s trouser belt and straightened painfully with it, unbuttoning his outer wool shirt and the white cotton shirt under that. The rain slapped at his chest. He wound the belt around his ribs and cinched it like a roll of strong tape holding him tight. And the pain stopped cutting. It switched to a swelling, aching pressure against the belt. Hard to breathe. Tight. But at least the pain had stopped cutting.
