Gareth screamed in panic, and found himself in a predicament. At the top of his lungs, he shouted, hopefully at a volume that would be suitable to be heard throughout the tower, or beyond if loud enough, "We need help! Quickly! We need a doctor!" He slammed his glass down on the table, and ran around the desk, doing last-minute thinking under the adrenaline received in the face of such peril. He looked around himself and quickly looked for something he could use to at least stop the bleeding for a while. Harker crouched down on his knees by Redwyne, guiding the knight's head into his lap, and on the floor he spotted some cloth on a table by the wall, grabbing it swiftly and wrapping it around the wound like a bandage. The poison, he predicted, wouldn't kill him instantly, but it seemed to Gareth the knight was asphyxiating, and as much as he wanted to go run and fetch help himself, he knew that in an emergency like that he needed to stay at the older knight's side to ministrate until someone else came to his aid.