"Shit."

Really, how else was someone supposed to react, here?

Val whined louder, settling down next to the still form on the beach. Eliot noted the position of the limbs, but didn't spare long enough to get more than a glance at them before hurrying over himself. You couldn't perform the ABCs of triage on severed limbs. Arms and legs didn't breathe, after all.

"Hey," he called carefully, not expecting a response. "Can you hear me? I'm gonna help you, okay?"

If the poor person was conscious, he didn't want to startle them by just grabbing on.