I don't know where you started out.

[Fine is enough permission for him to lean over her, though he doesn't touch, assessing the leg that looks snapped, the rips in her skin.

Blue blood isn't the strangest thing he's seen here. He lifts a vividly stained part of the sheet she lays on.]

How much blood have you lost? If I have to source hemocyanin I'll need to make those calls first.