[He watched as Alex tore his sweatshirt and pressed it against the wound, and resisted the urge to reach out and help him keep pressure because at least he'd be doing something more than just sitting here.
Glancing toward the bed - trying not to take int he blood covered walls, it was really quite horrifying (not to mention the smell) - he saw Senji still mostly tied down, but out cold. He wasn't remotely a priority, though, and soon Erik's attention was back on Charles.]
The green haired one? No.
[He's already restless, anxious, where is Merlin, Alex's sweatshirt is slowly turning red against the wound, when he realizes - blood contains iron. Frowning vaguely, Erik lifts a hand, palm aimed vaguely at the wound. It's difficult to sense, but he thinks - he thinks - he can feel it, and wonders if he can help stop the bleeding. It's not something he's ever considered before.]
spam, AGREED
Glancing toward the bed - trying not to take int he blood covered walls, it was really quite horrifying (not to mention the smell) - he saw Senji still mostly tied down, but out cold. He wasn't remotely a priority, though, and soon Erik's attention was back on Charles.]
The green haired one? No.
[He's already restless, anxious, where is Merlin, Alex's sweatshirt is slowly turning red against the wound, when he realizes - blood contains iron. Frowning vaguely, Erik lifts a hand, palm aimed vaguely at the wound. It's difficult to sense, but he thinks - he thinks - he can feel it, and wonders if he can help stop the bleeding. It's not something he's ever considered before.]