[ Lottie's right to be mildly concerned; Gen's demeanor remains oddly spacey and unfocused in the face of her desperate plea, and there's a moment's pause before he seems to struggle to shift his gaze towards the jagged stump of her wrist. ]

... what, splint it? [ Yeah, no. His perception of reality is definitely warped beyond repair at the moment. ] I don't know how to do that shit. And not like you can do it for yourself right now.

[ Still, at least this all works out to her immediate benefit for now. Gen's demeanor is exasperated but ultimately cooperative, and that jagged, prickly attitude he'd shown her before is nowhere to be found. ... and everything from the cadence of his voice to his word choice sounds weirdly youthful at the moment. ]

Look, just ... you need to calm down first. I don't think it's that bad. [ To his delusion-fogged mind, her hand really does just look like it's a bit sprained. ] But I'll get you home, then your parents can get you to a doctor's, or whatever. Alright?

[ And with that, he hauls himself up to his feet -- while gently tugging at her wrist, trying to get her to stand, too. They have to walk back to 'her home,' right? ]