Find them, they're broken.

Dago spotted Marian’s gold-rimmed glasses a couple yards from Marian. He walked over and picked them up, noticing they were pretty cracked. That wasn’t good, but at least Marian would be able to see. Marian wasn’t saying anything, but was glaring at Dago’s blurry form. Dago crouched down in front of Marian and offered the glasses.

“Relax, it’s me,” he said, taking Marian’s wrist and pressing his glasses into his palm.

Marian immediately put on his glasses. He didn’t like being unable to see and visibly relaxed when he saw who had given him the glasses. He thought it sounded like Dago, but he didn’t want to assume before he was proved wrong.

“What are you doing here?” Marian asked, a little wary of the convenience.

Dago started to peel Marian’s hand away from his bloodied arm. It was bleeding pretty bad and Dago could see a large piece of metal embedded in there. Dago gave Marian a once over to make sure nothing else was wrong. He was bleeding a little from his forehead, but it was a shallow cut.