When the man shook his head Amell sighed, was he not wanting to go to the hospital? Or did he not understand? He wasn't sure. He did at least nod as the other stated that he had run to avoid being killed, that made enough sense given his injuries. Still, as they struggled to understand each other Amell only had more questions than answers.<br/><br/>He blinked when the other asked about a doctor. "Someone to help you. Doctor." He replied, trying to think of what words would be common among languages... But as it was he'd never been the best in school, and he wasn't even sure what language the other was speaking to begin with. He was mulling over what to don't when he noted the bleeding as lessened some, a minor relief, though before he could pull his hands away to go find his cell phone the other was speaking again.<br/><br/>He didn't understand the first attempt, but he got the second one. "No, not me. I could handle the smaller ones, but this is bad." He pulled one hand away to motion the other smaller wounds, not caring that his fingers were coated in a thin layer of the other's blood, before motioning to the one he was still holding his now ruined shirt against. "Hold it. Tight." He instructed next, reaching for the other's hand that held the sword and pressing it against the cloth. "Stops the bleeding. Tight." He instructed again, searching the other's eyes for understanding. Calling medics really was the right choice, right? Surely if this guy was in some sort of trouble then getting the police and such involved was the right call.