"It's okay. Just relax. Breathe." She shushed him, a sound meant to be more comforting than dismissive, towel at the ready to press to his wound. It was white, fresh, new, and it would be thrown away as soon as they were done with it. Such was the life of the towels and linens around this place.

Without prying at him too much, she tried to examine him, pale blue eyes flashing with concern. He was correct, he was losing a lot of blood, but Helena was sure she could at least get him stabilized and comfortable before she'd have to get additional help. First aid was never her favorite part of this lifestyle and more often than not it was Dick having to patch her up and not the other way around.

"What was it?" She finally asked, ignoring the way the crimson of his blood stained the stark white fabric. It was staining her hands too, but she would worry about that later. For now, she wanted to know how he'd been hurt, and with this mess before her she simply couldn't tell.