Tommy didn't pretend to have any idea about how the magic of the hotel worked. Magic wasn't his department. If he had a problem in that area he knew at least two people who may have had a viable answer. But Zatanna wasn't here and Jason's best guess so far had been cannibals. All in all, not the most helpful. If the wound had been immediately fatal, it wasn't now. At least not as far as Tommy could tell with what little equipment he had on hand. An ultrasound would tell him more. If it was more serious, he hoped they had some Type O blood donors in the hotel.
He didn't stop moving when the man called out, just held his hand a bit tighter and a bit more beneath the wound to give the muscles some support. "Don't try to use that leg," he said, "just lean, let me carry your weight." Finally, all those hours in the gym were coming in handy for something more than just looking good in a white button-down.
They got a little bit of a break in the elevator on the way down to the first basement. Tommy leaned the man against the wall and quickly checked the wound. It was, at least, not gushing. Oozing was a better word for it. The sooner he could get this shirt off and get a better look, the sooner they could both be assured they wouldn't have a corpse on their hands in an hour. And Tommy had never lost a patient before, he wasn't about to make this one his first.
It seemed like ages between the lobby and the door to the medical suite. Tommy nudged the door open with his bag, then hit the light with the side of it, doing his best to be swift but gentle as he settled the man down on the table. "Do try not to die in the next thirty seconds," he said, turning his back briefly to pull over the cart with the ultrasound on it and smack the power button. He retrieved a pair of scissors, two bags of blood, an IV, tube, and a 22-gauge IVIG needle. As he kicked the stool over towards the table he mentally hoped the man wasn't attached to his clothes because they weren't going to last much longer.
"Can you tell me your name and the last thing you remember?" he asked, sliding the scissors up the side of his shirt and pulling it open to finally get a good look at wound.