[CW: Swearing]

"Jesus!" Tristan called out when the man dropped the priest. Several gasps from the pews reminded him where he was. He ran over and knelt down on the steps. "Put his legs down," he ordered. He checked the priest's pulse. It was there, though low. Then he began feeling the man's neck and skull for potential fractures. He didn't have his bag with him. He didn't even have anything to clean the head wound.