“There’s a few cuts on his arms that will need to be cleaned,” Luke explained, and suddenly fought down the urge to be sick. “Tim, his mother beat him black and blue. Not for the first time, I understand. Christ, please see if he’s okay.”
“Hey, I’m sure he’s fine. You wouldn’t have been able to carry him without causing a lot of pain if there’d been any serious damage done. Let me check him over, then take him to the campus clinic in the morning, just to be sure.”
Luke rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m so angry! And worried. I can’t think straight.”
Tim squeezed his shoulder. “Totally understandable. Come on, let’s see what we can do.”