"Yeah, I think so. I probably have a concussion, with my luck, but I'll live," Micah replied, glad to hear that she was all right. She didn't look like she was in terrible shape, but she was bleeding. Micah reached down and, with much effort, ripped a piece off the bottom of his t-shirt, handing it to her. "Put pressure on that," he added, nodding toward her forehead.
The woman seemed pretty concerned about her friends, looking around for them as she spoke. "Yeah, absolutely," he agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist reflexively when she grabbed his shoulders to support herself. When she pointed, he looked around but a lot of people looked hurt; he couldn't tell which ones she was talking about.
"Yeah, I got ya. I'm not gonna make you hop. Don't put any weight on it," he advised. That'd just be more rehabilitation time for her later. "Here, look, is this okay?" he asked, gesturing as though he wanted to lift her entirely. "I'm a doctor," he added. Well, sort of, anyway. Ish. Okay, he really wasn't, but he did have the training and knowledge to be one had he so chosen to finish that particular degree. "And I promise you, it's a bad idea to try hopping. You'd be surprised just how many muscles are connected in your body. Even doing that is gonna cause more damage," he finished, looking down at her with concern on his face.