start to lift Lipovsky on my back. He’s so light, it’s easy to carry him. But since he’s unconscious, he starts tilting to the side, so I use the sling of his rifle to attach his hands to my neck. He moans when I put pressure against his wound. No fucking kidding, he actually moans. The sound is soft, too, like… I narrow my eyes on his unconscious face, but I let it go.
