[ Honestly? This was probably a mis-send, he can't exactly focus at the moment. But all she gets is a repeating 9-11, 9-11, an alert siren and a location signal. ]
[ He can still barely hear anything, but the feel over hands on him gets his eyes flying open wide. He's not sure how to make it clear that he can barely hear, but the smudged spells on his arms and hands, that should probably make it clear that something happened involving magic, right? ]
[ The stab wound hurts. A lot. So does the kick to his face. And the noise in his ears makes it really hard to concentrate. But he kind of gets the gist of it. So a quick nod that he regrets a bit. ]
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Oh hell.
[Taking off her overshirt, she pressed it against his wound tightly.]
Hey, you still alive pal?
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That's fine, she'll be his ears for now.]
I don't know much about witches, you're very different from ones I'm used to, but you're going to have to bear with me while I figure this out.
We're going to my place and then I can call for someone to come help you. Okay?
[She spoke slowly, hoping he was in enough of a state to read her lips.]
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