Hartley paled, which was not really very remarkable, given how damn pale he was all the time anyway. "You need to go to a hospital." What was he supposed to do with this? He quickly approached James, not even thinking about it as he put an arm loosely around him and carefully tried to lift his shirt. "I have a place, but James, this looks bad. I'm not a doctor, I can't fix people." He could try, he would try, but he wanted his friend to get better care than that. "What did you do?"