The empty air of the room allowed for the sound of the doors to reverberate off the walls. It certainly caught Matias's attention at least. The sight of the bloodied boss cemented his choice. His eyes went wide, and his throat was caught in a snag. He didn't need the blanket for the chill that was running through his spine right now.

"The hell happened to you?!" he roared, forcing himself to confront the boss. He seemingly had no problem getting blood all over his clothes if it meant rushing this poor person to another bed. He also had no problem dirtying the bed itself, either.

"Jesus... Tell me where you're hurt! Can't see any damn wounds with all that red stuff on you."

After setting the boss down and flicking off the excess blood, Matias ran to the other side of the room to grab a med kit. He knew he needed more than that, obviously, but it would have to do. He rummaged through the kit as he jogged back, pulling out some pads. He hurriedly patted these pads all over the boss, soaking up as much blood as he could, as little as each pad could actually do.