The whump of air displacement earns a sharp, "Jaysus," followed by a curse in Manx — but the groan of pain is what really gets Sean's attention. He leaves the cigarette he'd dropped and comes over to crouch next to the guy, offers a handkerchief but doesn't try to touch.

"Tilt your head down, let it bleed," he says. "Tilting it back'll only have you swallowing blood." Sean waits until it seems like the worst has passed, and then says, "What were you trying to do?"