I placed my hand near his nose, hoping above all hope that he was alive. I felt a small bit of a breeze against my hand. The breath I was holding, released out of me in relief. He was alive. But the red angry gash on his head was not good. I hope he was ok, I wish there was some way I could help. Maybe if I bring him to the pond. Clean it, maybe that will help. I had heard that it helps with wounds like this.