Well, he can stand up, and that's a good thing. He's shaky, but when the Once-ler moves to steady him Phil steps away and looks at him like...like the Once-ler's going to do something to him, or hurt him even more. It immediately sends a pang of guilt through him - maybe he should have just gone to get someone else to help him, someone he might actually want around. Someone he wouldn't be scared of in a delusional haze.

"H-Hey, come on. It's just me. Just the Once-ler," he says, putting his his hands up defensively. "I'm not gonna hurt you. But we should really...get you over to the clinic and have a doctor look at that hand, you know? Since you, uh. Broke your own finger."

The Once-ler's still kind of in shock about that one. He looks down at his hands in front of him and shudders just imagining it.

"C'mon, we should...we really need to get you some help." Firm in that belief, he risks stepping forward again, and reaches out to Phil.