No Spanish? That was strange, but not the sort of thing Ashling spent even a fraction of a second thinking about given the situation. Later, maybe. But then he responded to the request she'd spoken in Spanish. Oh well. She wrote it all off to blood loss. It brought out a little strangeness from time to time. Still keeping a hand on his wound, she wrapped his good arm around her shoulders and helped bear his weight.
"It's okay, honey, we're going to get you to a doctor," she said. Once upon a time, when she'd helped out a bit at the infirmary, she'd marveled at how they seemed ready for all kinds of catastrophes. Now she thought she understood why. She pulled open the door and held it open with her foot, waiting to see if he'd be able to manage a few steps in to a couch. "What's your name, honey? Were you hit anywhere else?"