Lifting it over his stomach was no problem. It was when I reached the wound itself that the tunic began to stick. The wound must have been pussing and bleeding all day as we rode. Now it was glued to his skin. If I kept pulling, it would be painful. Not to mention I’d take some of his skin with it.
Of course this trope would have been better , if lets say, the man wasnt dying of sepsis, but i digress .
