Chryssie started to laugh, if only cause the panic was finally setting in. She had a strange man in her house talking about magic and enchanted objects and things like that. As if it was everyday stuff. Magic didn't exist. Never had. Now why did that make her sad? Shaking her head, she moved back towards the living room ever so cautiously. "I don't believe you. But I can't very leave that spear in you and since you can't remove it." Sighing, she moved towards the couch and reach for his hand to tug him up. "Come on then. We are doing this in the tub. That way I can rush the blood off and the wound at the same time." She would lead him to the back of the house, all the while mumbling to herself about what was happening.<br/><br/>"Enchanted spears. Teleportation spells. Getting memories from my head...GETTING MEMORIES FROM MY HEAD!" That last part was said a lot louder than she had intended and blush crept up her neck and towards her face. What else did he see in there? Seriously. Why didn't she just call the police and let them deal with it? A part of her brain piped up cause he was hurt and obviously didn't want the police near him. She kept her gaze off him, though she couldn't help bu still glances to admire him. For a druggie addict, he sure was very healthy looking to try and put it in to words in a brain that was currently turning to mush. Just a little bit. Not by much.<br/><br/>"I'm assuming since you more or less are walking around, your pain tolerance is high. That or really are higher than a kite." Moving into the small bathroom, she stood on her tip toes to reach for the first aid kit. "I think I have a bandage big enough to wrap it up when I finally pull out that spear thing. Sure you aren't gonna die of blood loss?" She had read where sometimes it was better to leave the object alone until the proper medical personnel could get there. To make sure it wasn't actually blocking blood from squirting out.