He throws a quick glance at it, figures that he couldn't reach it anyway and will just have to stay attentive, and kneels down next to the real Nat.

"Nat?" He really hopes that she'll answer because he has no idea what he should do here. How do you deal with bleeding sisters? ...In stories, people tear their shirt in stripes, but he doubts that he can make ones long enough to wrap them around her head, or that it would stop the bleeding.