Hand

"Freaking King Arthur, man," Allen said, exasperated (tending to Jorge's injuries). "Freaking Lady of the Freaking Lake." Jorge tried to laugh, but to do so proved excruciating. "Never take the hand," Allen said (rhetorically, working fast to stop any bleeding), listening for the sirens that signaled the ambulance was coming. "Never, ever take the hand that shouldn't be a hand rising up out of a place no freaking hand would be." Jorge nodded, concentrating on his breathing so that he wouldn't pass out. It had been just another day and just another walk when he looked out into the open lot ... Jorge shuddered. "Stay with me," Allen ordered (flashing lights approaching from a couple of blocks away). "Stay with me, you idiot."