[Bolin shakes his head fervently.] I can't just leave you here! [That's ridiculous! He would never just abandon someone who needed help, it goes against everything he believes in! If this boy can't walk, then Bolin can carry him. Maybe he can't bend without pain, but he's strong enough to carry someone. This guy doesn't look that heavy anyway!

[Dropping to a crouch, he doesn't even ask permission, he just grabs the boy by the arm and slings him over one shoulder. He rises to his feet and hefts him carefully to make sure he's got a good hold.]

It's fine, I'll get you out of here. We'll figure something out once we've lost her, okay?

[As he turns to make a run for it, though, there's a stabbing pain in his shoulder and he yelps, dropping back to one knee. What the heck? OW! No, they don't have time for this--the dust is already clearing! Craning his neck over his shoulder he sees a knife embedded in the soft tissue just behind the shoulderblade. He can't even reach around to pull it out! Monkey-feathers, this is not good. It hurts, but it's not like he can't move. He's continued in matches with a busted shoulder and cracked ribs before, but he's not sure he can carry this boy with a knife sticking out of his back.]

Can... nngh! Can you move at all? Can you pull the knife out? We're sitting turtle-ducks if we stay here!