[Her eyes flick up at him at his response as if to both say she knows, but that isn't the point. No, she doesn't have the skills Clarke has in this department, but it's not like he needs some kind of surgery. The amount of black blood that does come out has her brows raising.

Murphy's a Nightblood. She may just a bit more impressed, but then steps back and sighs.] You need pressure on it. Bandages. Can we get upstairs if I help you? Because I really don't feel like tearing this shirt.

[Clarke may have. Josie is slightly more selfish on that front. But she is offering to help him up the steps if he needs it. An arm or a hand up. Whatever it takes to get him up.]