Cualli gets up and rushes over to Arkhip, checking his wounds. "Arkhip? Oh gods, Arkhip--" She presses down on the wounds, trying to staunch the bleeding while thinking over what her next course of action will be. "Elu, come here and help me. His arm, put pressure on the wound there-- gently though, not too much."
With a free, trembling hand, Cualli pulls out her phone and dials emergency services, not trusting herself to drive on the snow and ice in Arkhip's car. "Hello? I- I need an ambulance, there's been a stabbing--" Cualli quickly gives the responders her location. "We, uh, might need more than one, and-- police." She stares down at the blood staining through Arkhip's winter coat and pushes down her panic, trying to regain her composure.