Just hold on.

[The guy shouldn't be able to talk through that wound. It shouldn't be healing the way it is, either, so rapidly. It reminds him of how the purple Stand had touched his hair, hovering over him so protectively. Maybe it has some sort of healing ability...?

Or — no, he saw its ability, didn't he? It mimicked him. So what, then, is going on?

It's got to be something to do with that arrow. Okay. So first things first, get this guy to a medic, and then go get that fucking arrow and secure it so that maybe they can all get to the bottom of this mess.

He sends Star back for it on an afterthought, carrying his white-haired fling as briskly as he can to the nearest guard station on the perimeter of the warehouse, and starts barking orders. They snap to attention almost immediately; he cuts a well-known figure around the Foundation, assuming he's interacting with the employees and not the contractors.]

Find a medic, and get security down here to surround this building. Right now.

[He glances down at the guy in his arms, at the way his fingers are curled in the lapel of his white coat.]

I'll come back. But I need you to let go right now. ...I'll come back.