He had been so focused on holding the man steady for Miss Skovgaard, that Faustus had neglected to actually take in the appearance of her patient. Upon further look, he recognized the man as Mr. Thompsett, one of his colleagues at work and the father of one of his daughter's classmates. His gaze darted to the sheet covering his deceased wife. Faustus paled further and swallowed as a wave of emotions rolled over him. Nausea, horror, and sympathy - he knew what it was like to lose a loved one, though not quite at this caliber of macabre.
As he stared at the desperate Mr. Thompsett, his brow furrowed, knowing the desperation that he must be feeling. Faustus felt his own breath quickening and he closed his eyes briefly to steady himself. The voice of Miss Skovgaard brought him back to his senses as she attempted to soothe him. "Mr. Thompsett," he heard himself say - the steady voice he heard was not the state his mind was in, and he struggled to not think about Jane's death. "Mr. Thompsett, Miss Skovgaard is right." He continued. "Your wife would have wanted us to take care of you, but we can't do that until we have the bleeding under control." His voice was miraculously firm, and Faustus gave himself no time to think further of the situation.
He looked up at Miss Skovgaard and nodded. Seeing she'd gotten the matter of his leg under control, Faustus released his grip and quickly turned to his cloak lying on the ground between them. It was easier to take the piece of fabric between his teeth and tear it into individual shreds, and Faustus handed them to her as he tore. "Here," he gave her the last piece before taking hold of Mr. Thompsett's leg again. "What else?"
As he stared at the desperate Mr. Thompsett, his brow furrowed, knowing the desperation that he must be feeling. Faustus felt his own breath quickening and he closed his eyes briefly to steady himself. The voice of Miss Skovgaard brought him back to his senses as she attempted to soothe him. "Mr. Thompsett," he heard himself say - the steady voice he heard was not the state his mind was in, and he struggled to not think about Jane's death. "Mr. Thompsett, Miss Skovgaard is right." He continued. "Your wife would have wanted us to take care of you, but we can't do that until we have the bleeding under control." His voice was miraculously firm, and Faustus gave himself no time to think further of the situation.
He looked up at Miss Skovgaard and nodded. Seeing she'd gotten the matter of his leg under control, Faustus released his grip and quickly turned to his cloak lying on the ground between them. It was easier to take the piece of fabric between his teeth and tear it into individual shreds, and Faustus handed them to her as he tore. "Here," he gave her the last piece before taking hold of Mr. Thompsett's leg again. "What else?"