[ ah, he's being reprimanded. shou responds with a somewhat dazed nod, though he's being diligent in getting his jacket tied around the wound at the same time — he manages to get the sleeves in a knot, raising the whole bloody configuration to grasp at one of the cuffs with his teeth and tug it tight. it's surprisingly dexterous for a guy bleeding out, so whatever daze he might be feeling isn't from the actual shock of the "attack". ]

I believe this will make an effective tourniquet for now. I'm not in danger of fainting, so you don't need to worry about that.

[ he moves willingly when guided, though his gaze does flick to his hand being brandished around. ]

As that may be my only hand now, please be careful with it.

[ rich coming from him, he knows. ]