[ Santana follows Stephen's gaze, looking for a moment at Riley and Mephisto, who do not seem to be doing well. She takes a deep breath to steady herself, then turns back to Stephen and his injuries. ]

Cool. Got it. No touching.

[ At Stephen's upset expression, Santana sets her jaw and steels her gaze, shaking her head. She doesn't know what happened or who fucked up, but she knows that now is not the time to get into that. ]

I'm gonna bring over a chair. Sit if you need to, keep your arms under the water, and don't go to pieces. Did you bring -- I dunno, like, a first aid kit?

[ Santana's hoping that Stephen planned for this. If not, she'll go find what she can. ]