Without wasting another moment, Viola dropped to his side. "Oh my God, what happened to you?" she cried out, searching for the source of the blood as she realized his entire shirt was soaked through, and the floor beneath him was collecting a growing pool of crimson.
He gently pushed her hands aside. "I'll be fine... ugh..." he gritted out, trying to remove his shirt himself and deal with the source of his pain, but Viola immediately reached for it.
"Let me do it," she said.
He moved her hands away again.
"I can do it. Leave it." Sebastian gritted out through the pain.
"Stay still," Viola insisted firmly, glaring at him in warning.
He carefully lowered his hands, allowing her to tend to him.
