"R!" James grins and moves to touch his arm and then realizes he's a bit bloody. Well, he's standing? Small progress. "I'm sorry. I think I'll be okay? There was a police officer looking for a doctor."

Tom waves brightly. "Hi. I'm useless, but I can help get him wherever it'd be okay." He pauses and then offers a grin. "My name's Tom. You're the artist guy from back in college, right? Watercolor, the winter semester?"