I help him lay back on the floor. Makali cringes in pain. Jacob gently feels the right side of the rib cage.
“Oh yeah, right here. Right?” pressing on a point just above his right lung.
Makali flinches and nods in agreement. “Take a deep breath – if you can.” Makali delivers a slow inhale and exhale. “Again”, Jacob asks. Makali repeats as before.
“Good. Real good. I know it hurts, but don’t think the lung is punctured. Let’s help him sit up and get off this bloody floor.”
“Makali”, I said as I supported his back. “You risked your life for us. You most certainly saved Benga’s life. That diving-stabbing cart-wheel caused the simba to drop Benga and bought me just enough time to react and shoot. That giant lion could have easily caught you in mid-air and killed you with one bite.” I try, but can’t stop the tears in my eyes.