It is only then that Ben notices the way the Deputy is holding his hand close to his chest. For a moment, he's confused. He hadn't seen any of those creatures getting close enough to land a blow. Had Pratt been hurt before, by the men that attacked Kieran, and Ben just hadn't noticed? No, no he hadn't. Ben had watched his hands as he'd texted Carlisle to come. They'd been fine then. But now, he sees blood, and he gets to his feet, legs shaking under the effort of supporting him as he stumbles over.
He isn't the only one, either. Carlisle is moving towards him, too, looking just as unsteady as Ben feels. When he's close enough to see the way Pratt's skin is cracked, he feels a surge of nausea, but he manages to swallow back that feeling. He's definitely going to throw up, and soon, but hopefully he can keep it together until he gets a chance to do so somewhere in private once everyone is safe.
"What happened?"
Ben looks, too, at that healer, who at least seems to be freaking out less, now. There's still all that dark stuff - ink? - staining him like blood but he doesn't seem like he's immediately going to keel over from any injuries. Ben doesn't even want to know how he must look - there's definitely a certain amount of inevitable blood spatter, but at least he's not completely covered in the stuff for once.
"We need to get you both to the medbay. And Kieran. Can you walk?"
He doesn't quite realize how much he looks like a stiff breeze might knock him over, too; right now, Ben's all about ignoring his own needs and keeping everyone else safe.
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He isn't the only one, either. Carlisle is moving towards him, too, looking just as unsteady as Ben feels. When he's close enough to see the way Pratt's skin is cracked, he feels a surge of nausea, but he manages to swallow back that feeling. He's definitely going to throw up, and soon, but hopefully he can keep it together until he gets a chance to do so somewhere in private once everyone is safe.
"What happened?"
Ben looks, too, at that healer, who at least seems to be freaking out less, now. There's still all that dark stuff - ink? - staining him like blood but he doesn't seem like he's immediately going to keel over from any injuries. Ben doesn't even want to know how he must look - there's definitely a certain amount of inevitable blood spatter, but at least he's not completely covered in the stuff for once.
"We need to get you both to the medbay. And Kieran. Can you walk?"
He doesn't quite realize how much he looks like a stiff breeze might knock him over, too; right now, Ben's all about ignoring his own needs and keeping everyone else safe.