He really thought they were gonna die there. Ambrose was almost ready to perform the spell Caleb had tried teaching him, but he was infinitely grateful he didn't have to. He memorized it the best he could, but he wasn't certain he could do it on the spot. Ambrose shook on the gronud, still trying to regain his composure. Jeremy had scrambled underneath from him, panting as well. He instantly went to Sam's side, questioning her to see if she was unscathed. 

Ambrose found the strength to push himself up when Alex mentioned Caleb. He nodded, "I'll take care of it. Here take the knife and keep it safe until we're ready." Ambrose pushed the knife into Alex's hands. He took a quick moment to thank Sam and make sure Ariana was alright. Ambrose took Caleb's arm and put it over his own shoulder, making it so he was able to take most of Caleb's weight. 

"Here, I can help." Jeremy said, taking Caleb's other arm to support him. Ambrose nodded in relief and the two hauled Caleb off to the infirmary. The nurse ushered them into an empty room as soon as she spotted them.

She shook her head in disapproval, "Somehow I knew he would end up back here soon." She sighed, obviously worried for his wellbeing. She turned to Ambrose and Jeremy, who were standing awkwardly in the doorway of Caleb's infirmary room. "We'll do everything we can for his wound, but right now the best thing he can do is get rest." 

"You can go back to Sam and them... I'll keep an eye on Caleb." Ambrose said to Jeremy, who clapped a hand on his shoulder before leaving. Ambrose's shoulders sagged once he had a moment alone and he took a seat by the window of the room.