Look, he realizes he made a mistake in this awful game they're playing the second Luka's sword hits the ground. He doesn't regret doing it, but he does know it's likely going to cause him more problems then not in the long run. He sighs slowly, shoulders slumping down, bringing a hand up to clear his hair out of his eyes.

Fuck. Well now he's got to live with it. He glances up, scans the murmuring crowd, and then crouches at Luka's side. He takes the man's arm up, looping it around his shoulders, and stands, hiking him up in his grip so only Luka's shoes get dragged along the ground instead of his entire lower half.

Much as he was furious with him a moment again, the anger has passed and he's not going to just leave the guy out in the open air, especially not when there's a hospital right there. Hopefully no one bugs him on the walk up, and he can say the minimum number of words to get a doctor to take Luka away.