Sawtooth Spire wild kids

heda bent over him. there was so much blood. at first she was hopeful it was coming from his eyelid or a cut over his eye, but no such luck. the lens itself had been torn and the iris was now more of an oval than a circle. the white of that eye was completely red with burst blood vessels.
"okay, uh, so — so your eye is pretty fucked up, just gonna be honest. it might heal? i don't know. we should — cover it?" with what? he was the medic, not her. heda palmed a pawful of snow, ready to put it right on his bleeding eye as she looked helplessly to caracal for guidance.