Hey-- [ He reaches out to cup her cheek, but his hands are covered in blood (hers, her blood, god, her blood). He stops just short and pulls back. ]

You're doing great, Maya. It's gonna be alright. We'll get you fixed up. Just stay with me, okay?

[ He feels like he's going to be sick, for a moment, god, she's so hurt. He swallows down that urge to lash out at something, instead focusing on Maya. ]

I need to sit you up. I need to secure the bandage for your back, alright?