Ward could have cared less about the man. Skye probably knew that too. But when she moved over to kneel next to the prone body, he knew there was really only one way this would go when there was someone at risk. He was more concerned about her but this was Skye, and she had more heart than anyone he knew. She'd just closed it off from him. Still, he'd noted the turn of phrase. 'We'. She couldn't get the guy to a doctor on her own so she'd need him.
It was time he could spend with her. Time he could maybe convince her there was more to him than she thought. Or maybe convince her it really had been fate that brought him to this particular street tonight.
He moved to the other side of Skye, training kicking back into gear. "We're too far out to walk it. I'll have to get us a car. I figure you're not gonna get moral at me for that?" he said, unable to resist the comment. The nearest hospital was a drive away, so it really was the only option they had.
And maybe then, when the man was safely in the hospital, or probably more accurately the psych ward. They could talk.