Sara isn't sure which word, or two, or three, possibly, go flying out of her mouth as everything happens suddenly. The all too familiar sound of several cracking bones, before she's having to duck the sudden explosion of a screaming body being slung through the air at a violently fast speed in her direction. It's not all the way down, and she's turning even as she does, taking off in the same direction he'd been thrown, and that was not good. Very not good. The most not good.

She hadn't gotten to see anything like that happen. Even the impact of where he hit the ground she's taking in at the same time as she's hitting her the white's of her pants, on her knees and shins, into the ground at his side. Her voice has lost the whimsy of vague warning and casual business, and it's a flat-out order, "Try not to move."

If he can even hear her. Which is a place to start, even as she's reaching up and tapping the comm in her ear, "I need someone stat at the Waverider. Grab whoever has the highest medical know how near you." Beat. "Near anyone. Whoever that is, find them. We've got--" fuck. Did she even know his name? "--a man down."