[ Only a brief glance is spared for his own new, milder injuries, shaking himself out of the pain and any potential worry for himself in favor of dropping to his knees. His arm, cast though it is, wraps around him to offer some support against his spine. ]

Fuck... like hell you are. You need a doctor or-- We have to get you back to one of the safehouses, either way.

[ Which is going to be a definite uphill struggle right about now. ]

Do you think you can stand if you're leaning against me?