Kyle shrugged and took a step back to let him get himself up, he seemed to want to do so himself. But then he yelled and hit the ground again. Gibs had seen enough of this. He gave a short grunt and crouched beside his companion, blowing out a short huff of air.
"Well yer obviously not fine." He announced flatly before he reached to grab Simon and haul him up over one shoulder. That leg was clearly not going to hold him so it was time to get him out of here and somewhere he could sit and recover properly, the training room floor was clearly not that. After he got the other mostly over one shoulder, he grunted and stood, Simon sprawled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one large hand resting on his rump to keep him stable.
"C'mon, 'm gettin' ya to th' locker rooms. An' if yer not walkin' soon, 'm haulin' yer ass to th' doc." No, he was not going to let his teammate stay hurt.