Garrot didn't like that the monster almost fucking dead-dropped him to death, but Gail and Terrence did one hell of a job. He'll have to thank them later, when he's not covered in fruity, woody, eggy blood. What the fuck. But as the monster pinballed away, he followed suit while shaking and brushing off as much of the blood as possible. The rain helped, but the sudden sound of thunder doesn't really help his nerves.

So when he turns the corner to see Haizea bloodied and on the ground, Garrot is not happy. At least Seth isn't also in the same shape, against all expectations. He has two choices: make sure the monster can't hurt anyone else, or protect his allies, his friend. He could be reckless and try both, but the Monkey Knight knows there wasn't really a choice to begin with as he runs over and squares up his stance in front of Haizea. No cheap shots for this spindly motherfucker.

"You're okay, Zea." And then between poleaxe Garrot and Haizea, a swirl of golden-brown sparkles coalesce into a second doctor who immediately snatches the prime version's medkit to start dressing the wound, if only to stop the bleeding. "I promise." But then his eyes glance to Seth, that phone in his hand, and with an annoyed little scowl he emphatically gestures towards the monster with his head as if to say go on, Seth! Someone has to do something about that thing and Garrot's a little busy.