Simon nodded, already moving to help him put Delilah on the bed. "Of course."
With the woman's shirt already off, he was getting a decent idea of the scope of the wound, and the blackish blood mingling with the red around the broken arrow shaft didn't give him a good feeling.
"Get her on the bed, and you two, get her hooked up to the systems," he ordered. "Winry, take a look at this."