Pratt's brilliant plan to pretend nothing had happened to his hand isn't really working. He'd almost thought that if he didn't look at it, it wouldn't be real. But that sort of dissonance only works for emotions that he wants to bury and not the very real feeling of his hand cracking, bleeding and parts of his skin rotting away.

Still, he doesn't really want to look at it.

"I think everyone's okay. Or well.. we will be." He looks up at Carlisle, there's so much ink streaming from him and that seems bad. What if that goop is what keeps him alive? Is that his blood? Pratt doesn't really know.

"But Kieran's stabilized, we can get him down to the medbay." He glances over at Kieran who's still laying on the ground next to the wolf. "Might need to carry him, but.."

By which he means Ben and him might need to, and with one working arm... He finally looks down at his hand, flexing his fingers and wincing. Everything seems to be working, but it looks horrible and he can feel bile rising in his throat.

He keeps it down but he is very much going to be puking later.