[peter's in the bedroom when he hears newt swear and then his name called in a panic, and he's there much faster than one might expect from a guy who generally moseys where he's going.]

Fuckin' a, Thom. See, this is why we don't do the hero thing, we do the staying safely inside where we don't get mauled thing.

[except he doesn't sound like he's scolding, really, he's just talking to talk. he comes over with scissors and all the kitchen towels he can muster, and gently bustles newt out of the way to begin cutting thom out of his shirt so that they can see the damage.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume that since you walked here after losing this much blood you're not dying, so what you're gonna need to do is point out where you need pressure on wounds until they'll knit themselves up so Newt here doesn't faint. And also whether I need to cut you out of your pants too.

[peter's voice is way too calm and soothing, far more than it has any right to be, and all his panic is carefully contained in his eyes.]