Amell worked diligently but swiftly, his fingers moving with a knowledge that came from practice rather than simply being taught. He didn't worry himself over the blood that coated the other's body or the smaller wounds just yet, those could wait, but for now, it was a single-minded attempt to ensure the other didn't die. He wasn't surprised by the other's gasp, but he was thankful that he managed not to be too loud at this hour, and he also stayed fairly still... it was honestly impressive.<br/><br/>But the more Amell worked the more he had to consider what was happening right now... What was this person? A freak of nature maybe? Were there cosmetic procedures to give someone horns and golden eyes? He figured the fangs were doable... But even then something told him that the male simply wasn't... human. And then there was the fire. He shook his head as he got to the stitching, working through more than half the wound by the time the other spoke.<br/><br/>He glanced up to him only a moment before looking to the wound again. "Amell." He replied, though his hands were occupied so... The other would just have to assume he was replying with his name in kind, at least that was his own assumption, but he'd heard that as a human name before at least so he could assume he was right.<br/><br/>Once he was finished stitching him up he dabbed some cream over it before standing and going to the kitchen for some rags and water bottles to begin cleaning the male up further, but first, he gently helped the other lift his head just a bit. "Water, drink." He offered, unscrewing the cap and holding it to his lips to slowly trickle some water in. He'd probably need to give him something else maybe a sports drink, but water for now before laying the other down once more and using a wet rag to clean him up a bit.<br/><br/>"Is this the worst injury?" He asked as he went, though from what he could see nothing else was bleeding quite so profusely unless the other's back was injured as well... But it didn't seem so. He undid his clothes and cleaned his legs as well, tending scratches and cuts as he found them with bandages or ointment depending on how bad they were. "You should fit in my clothes... And I should be able to carry you to the bed." He mumbled, moreso to himself. He would deal with the hard questions when the other was rested... If they could even understand each other.