The blonde could tell the other was hardly conscious as he moved him, but that was to be expected with such injuries. However, as he pushed against the wound and heard the cry of pain and the hand gripped his wrist he only held his hand firmly in place. "I know it hurts, but if we don't get this under control you won't make it until an ambulance gets here." He stated, noting then the blade in the other's hand... Was that real? Well, even if it was the male clearly wasn't able to use it right now.<br/><br/>He met the other's eyes then, noting the odd color... But they were pretty, like molten gold. Was the guy wearing colored contacts? What the hell kind of gig had he been at? He dismissed the questions once more as the other didn't seem to understand him, but blood loss could do that. Still, when the male finally spoke Amell simply stared, only able to understand a very small amount of the words said to him... And honestly, it didn't help much.<br/><br/>"Right, so you ran here? Instead of the police or hospital?" He asked confused, but he simply shook his head... Perhaps it had happened close by? Or judging by the other's words he could be foreign... So maybe he couldn't go to the police? He mulled that over... Then looked to the man who was motioning to the wound. "Listen, you should go to a hospital... Doctor... to be treated. Do you understand?" He asked, speaking slowly. Amell could stitch up a wound, he'd done it for himself enough times but... This was probably past his level of experience.