How exactly Simon was keeping from panicking, even he had no idea. It wasn't like he could think of any other situation even similar to this that he'd ever been through, except for Lux's attack and he hadn't been there for that. Seeing her in the hospital afterwards had been bad enough. And it didn't help that the girl didn't seem to be quite all there, saying "No water, no fire," and asking for a water elemental. Even if he was one, Simon was not about to be volunteering, and he shook his head.
So, while the other man tried to calm her down - and the sight of him rubbing blood on her arms was one even the best of his weed wasn't going to wipe out of his mind - Simon did what he knew best. He kneeled in the sand, hunched over because of the pain in his ribs, and started drawing a little diagram in the sand while chanting a little under his breath. Normally Simon wasn't so open about being a witch, but fuck it, everything had gone to hell and if he could help swing things back towards them a little, then he would. It was one of the first spells his father had taught him as a child, a simple luck spell, and he'd know pretty quickly if the magic was going to backfire against him. When nothing immediately happened - and Simon was holding his breath the whole time to be sure - he finally looked up at the other man. "I don't know. Hopefully that" - he pointed to the sand - "will help get the paramedics over here a little bit faster." He slipped out of his hoodie, which granted was still wet and sticking to him, and pillowed it underneath the woman's head. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. What's your name? I'm Simon, and this is..." He glanced up at the other guy so he could fill in the blank.