Isaac grimaced. It wasn't pretty. He wished he could help, but there was nothing he could do. Instead, he gingerly pulled the leg of his jeans up, and winced taking off his worn out boot and his sock. His ankle was red and swollen, but thankfully it seemed to be at the right angle. He wasn't sure what to do for it. He knew he should probably wrap it up, but with what? The sock wasn't long enough. His shirt was too awkward to work with and he couldn't tear it. Clothes were too valuable. If he ruined his shirt, it wouldn't be easy to find another. There were some clothes back at the house, but what if he could never go back? The Gulch was cold at night. He needed his shirt. Nothing else was an option. For now, he pulled the sock and boot back on.