"Jesus fucking Christ Al!" Angel blurts out when the jacket was properly pulled away.

It was bad, of god it was bad. He didn't know what he was expecting but this was far worse than what he was picturing. How the hell was the guy still walking around with an injury like that?! He could smell the bitter scent of dried blood in the air. Before Angel could do or say anything else the elevator dinged as they reached their floor.

Angel's head snapped around to the opening doors. "Close you jacket Al. Let's get you cleaned up ASAP."