[Look, he knows he could probably be handling this better, but he was just tackled down the stairs and maybe he hit his head or something on the way down, because she just pulled a sword out of her stomach.
And is probably slowly bleeding to death.]
You're not! Your-- your blood is everywhere-- [He scrambles forward, forgoing propriety to put a (bloody) hand on her knee.]
Let me see. I can get you to the clinic, it's not far--
no subject
And is probably slowly bleeding to death.]
You're not! Your-- your blood is everywhere-- [He scrambles forward, forgoing propriety to put a (bloody) hand on her knee.]
Let me see. I can get you to the clinic, it's not far--