"Not sir. Just Much. My name is Much." Sir was strange. Especially coming from a man in that sort of armor. "Are you sure?" He didn't know much about medicine and injuries. That was Djaq. Speaking of, she'd been rather absent lately. In the back of his mind he worried. He knew if something was wrong though, they would know it. Much him his hand, and then shoulder to lean on as he put the phone away. If they waited, he would probably get worse. Much wasn't about to let him die in the streets of an unknown world.
"Your crown?" He looked for crown near by. "Who are you?" Just his presence alone was starting to give him the chills. This man was a King, and a familiar one at that. Much couldn't place it. The crest on his armor was not one he recognized either. "There is no way to return in your condition." He added that last bit a little hastily. Not wanting to cause him to panic and lose more blood. Though he doubted a King would panic. All the time they'd ever spent near King Richard, Much had never once seen him panic.
He carefully helped him the best he could toward the complex. "I know where there are doctors." He was trying not to worry him further. "You're in America. Lawrence, Kansas to be specific." Much was glad that it was so early, it was easier guiding the King without so many people around to stare and run into. That was the last thing they needed.