He grabbed my hand and threw himself to the floor, pulling me down with him.
Clint! I yelled.
There wasn't any space in my mind to think of questions to ask, it was all taken up with fear and worry for him and what he was going to tell me.
I knelt beside him and stroked his hair as he lay face down on the ground. His feet kicked aggressively down into the dirt and his breathing shuddered.
Tell me, I said quietly, though the lump in my throat and the tears burning my eyes told me I already knew.