[Helix is sitting on the couch, fretting some about Aidan while distracting himself with talking to others. He doesn't notice the pawing at the door and it's only when the acrid smell of wet iron wafts in that he realizes Aidan is home. He eyes snap too him and he takes in the damage, with shocked disbelief. He tossing his communicator to the table and immediately getting to his feet. He's quickly by his side, shaking, worried like little else at just how BAD this looks.
He's scared. He can see Aidan is on his feet and alive but, this looks SO BAD. He needs to make sure that the other isn't going to bleed to death right here.
He takes him by the shoulders, stopping himself from forcing the other to stop and look at him. Instead he just holds himself back so he doesn't end up hurting him more or aggravating his wounds. His eyes land on that bite wound before going to his face, searching desperately with fear and pain.]
Aidan, god, what happened? [His anger about the fact he left at all has been forgotten for now. First he's going to go with him into the bathroom and get him cleaned up.]