Szayel glowered at Nel, his voice peevish and lip curled as he snapped, "I can deal with it." He had his mask fragment out, his hand was broken, and he'd been badly bitten, but frankly he'd attended to much worse injuries, and that was on other people. On himself, between his research, and his Hollow, he had.... ways.

"Go and put a cannula in him," he said, turning away from Nel and waving his uninjured hand in Lumi's direction. "He'll need fluids and antibiotics, and a decent cure spell. I can see to myself."