Rick had used James arrival and casual conversation as an opportunity to put two fingers high on Ella's neck to take her pulse. He was satisfied she wasn't going into clinical shock, so at least there was that. "Okay," Rick said, when she faltered, moving in in one smooth, cat-like stride to catch Ella around the waist. "Don't look down, now. I'm going to help you over here and James is going to help you get cleaned up." Barring her resistance, he bent and picked her up, one arm behind her knee and the other high on her back. He took her into James bathroom, set her on the lip of the tub, and looked at James. They were all three of them a mess now. Rick had a profound dislike for other people's blood, but he did an impressive job of not showing it. "I'll get my med supplies, the doctor upstairs gave us something to wash her hands with once she changes," he said, in an undertone.