Still

The man looked up, his face was hidden by a long grey beard but Martin could still see the distraught look an it and the fright in his eyes, "Are you okay?"

"I..." the man stuttered again, "I’ve been mugged, bastards beat me just to get my wallet".

Martin looked deeply at the old man, he wasn’t happy about inviting a total stranger into the house but he couldn’t turn him away, not in the state he was in, "Come in, I’ll get some thing for that cut".

He extended his arm to give the man some support and helped him over to the leather chair he had been sitting in a minute before, "Wait here I’ll go get you a bandage".

Martin ran into the kitchen, just off the living room and went to the cabinet furthest along the wall and pulled out a first aid kit. He returned to the living room, the old man hadn’t moved an inch, he just sat there like a wax dummy in shock, his eyes wide with fear. Martin dampened a cloth with a mild disinfectant and pressed it firmly against the gash, the man still didn’t twitch despite the intense burning pain he must have been feeling, he just sat there looking blankly at the open fire. Martin removed the cloth and began wrapping a bandage around the man’s head, it took him nearly a whole minute to get the bandage round and tie it off and still the old man didn’t twitch. Martin walked back into the kitchen, put the kettle on the hob and watched it boil. A minute later he walked back into the living room with a piping hot cup of tea in his hand, he tapped the old man on the shoulder and for the first time since he had come into the house he registered Martin’s presence and looked up towards him. Martin held out the cup of tea, "Here you go".