You do look like you're bleeding pretty badly, Edgar says, eying Andrew's head wound.

He throws a quick glance back over his shoulder. He has no idea if it's a good idea for Andrew to move, but needs must. D'you think you can make it out from under the bush? he asks. I'll be able to see your injuries better that way. And I'm worried someone may get curious as to why I'm lying here with my hand under a bush.