[ Whether it will be any good for the man's injury or not, he tugs him up to his feet, ducking under one arm to support Ward's weight. ]

Well, fire-arms aren't really my thing. No need to wish yourself into an early grave. Not here, anyway, that'd be a depressing way to go.

[ And with that, he takes one step, judging now just how ill this man might really be. ] You got a doctor coming, or do I need to try and get this mess under control? [ Haymitch could maybe help stop the bleeding, but little else. He's only trained in enough medicine to make it through small injuries in the Games before he had a parachute come. ]