"Don't move your arm," Kymopoleia chided him, slapping his hand. Not that this would be helping the pain. She wondered if she could get him to his apartment carrying him, but the idea of even two blocks seemed way too far.
So, sighing, she stood up and went to get his phone, sitting back down on her seat and watching Briareos while it rang. As she requested the taxi, she inspected him carefully, checking if he was bleeding again. But the iron had done its job.
Hanging up she said, "cab'll be here soon. You look a mess though."