Whatever Law is saying don't to, he doesn't much care right now. He'll care in a second. Rosinante's priority, above all other things, is to get him out. "Out of the way!" he snaps at those behind him focusing on their shared enemy, at those who might rush forward to try and help. Others can finish this fight, Rosinante just wants Law to live to see the end of it.
There's a balance to be struck here, between quick and careful. It's a good thing he's big enough to carry Law easily, to try and keep him level in his arms while his blood spills around them on the floor. Once just outside the room, out of that thing's life-eating gaze, he sets Law down next to the wall, then both their lanterns beside, and tries to keep calm - another war, here, between a lifetime of training to handle crises in combat, and the sheer panic over the severity of Law's wound.
"What do you need? Tell me-" he gasps, and shrugs off the pack he'd brought along. Mostly filled with things like ammo, honestly, but whatever first-aid supplies Law would have put in here before they stepped into the submarines, whatever's left after his own various injuries from before, he should still have it all now.
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There's a balance to be struck here, between quick and careful. It's a good thing he's big enough to carry Law easily, to try and keep him level in his arms while his blood spills around them on the floor. Once just outside the room, out of that thing's life-eating gaze, he sets Law down next to the wall, then both their lanterns beside, and tries to keep calm - another war, here, between a lifetime of training to handle crises in combat, and the sheer panic over the severity of Law's wound.
"What do you need? Tell me-" he gasps, and shrugs off the pack he'd brought along. Mostly filled with things like ammo, honestly, but whatever first-aid supplies Law would have put in here before they stepped into the submarines, whatever's left after his own various injuries from before, he should still have it all now.