*is both relieved and genuinely afraid when the medics take you from his arms, because you are so still and so quiet, and he has no idea how he's going to force himself up off the floor now that you're in more capable hands*
*is therefore somewhat startled to find himself limping quickly alongside your gurney, waving off the medics' concerned questions (because his pain is nothing and it will pass)*
*presses his hand to your shoulder just before you are lifted into the ambulance (I'll take care of everything), and can only hope you'll remember this when you wake*
*and then you are gone, whisked away in a blur of glaring lights, and he wants nothing more than to find the nearest chair and utterly crumple inward, but he has a job (your job) to do*
*turns to regard the assembled Fountain staff with a tired, fixed little smile* All right, people. Nothing more we can do for our lord, so let's get his House in order, eh? *feels his phone vibrating and fumbles in his pocket for it* We'll have some help from the Arch in a little while. *glances at the caller ID, knowing this is surely the first of many, many calls (updates and instructions and coordination and)* Jürgon, you get to be my crutch—just drop me at the front desk so I can start playing phone tag. The rest of you, keep working on getting irreplaceables to dry areas. Let's get a move on.
*clears his (sore) throat and takes the call* Erestor. Yes, the water's off, we'll be assessing damages as soon as possible. No, he's on his way up right now, but I don't know any specifics yet...