[ Ned walks with her, though he feels as if he's dragging his reluctant feet through molasses. He doesn't want to go closer, doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that he knows a dead body when he sees one. It's possible the man is just injured, could be in need of urgent assistance, but something deep down in him that he can't quite name knows that he's dead. ]
[ He covers his mouth in horror as he approaches and recognizes who it is. There's no mistaking him; Wallie was always very distinctive, even from a distance. When he's around ten feet away, Ned stops in his tracks. His heart is beating too fast and he feels like he might be sick. ]
C-can you feel for a p-pulse? [ It's possible he's wrong, possible that with a bit of CPR... that's how it always went in the movies. Maybe it isn't too late. If Lydia weren't with him, he thinks he just might manage it on his own, but on the whole it seems safer to keep his distance and ask her to, appearances be damned. ]
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[ He covers his mouth in horror as he approaches and recognizes who it is. There's no mistaking him; Wallie was always very distinctive, even from a distance. When he's around ten feet away, Ned stops in his tracks. His heart is beating too fast and he feels like he might be sick. ]
C-can you feel for a p-pulse? [ It's possible he's wrong, possible that with a bit of CPR... that's how it always went in the movies. Maybe it isn't too late. If Lydia weren't with him, he thinks he just might manage it on his own, but on the whole it seems safer to keep his distance and ask her to, appearances be damned. ]