It could have definitely gone better, that was for sure. Ultimately, though, the damage was minimal. Well, save for Remus. While some examined the sleeping Moony and others checked on their friends, Carol was looking around, surveying the scene and narrowing in on John who was bleeding like a fountain from his nose.
She cautiously approached a few scratches on her arms and some bruises the worst of what she'd dealt with- all superficial, of course. "Did you get hit?"
She assumed it was Moony. She'd been paying attention to watching Little Steve and doing what she could to keep the guy back from Pancho's. She had probably missed the hit in the chaos, not that she remembered Constantine being all that close. "Tilt your head back and keep it elevated. I'll go grab a cloth."