Rather dramatic to pass out after giving up that sort of information.

Izzy watches as the last vestiges of strength give in, catching Pratt's arm as he blacks out if only to stop him from smashing his skull open on the railing of back against the stairs.

He glances and yes, actually, there is quite a lot of blood trailing down these steps.

Pratt has done quite well despite his amusing name. And seeing as this was directly his fault and he thinks the may may be useful later, he will do as he said and fetch a doctor.

He will not, however, be there when the man wakes. He has other matters to attend to and frankly he feels he's done enough by not leaving him to die with his guts popping out.

Pratt has, however, set himself apart in Izzy's mind. He has a plan unfolding and he can not do it alone. Now he has a candidate, however unwilling he may be, to assist. If Izzy can play his cards right.

There's a darkness in Pratt that calls to him. Something he has seen in many of the sailors he has served alongside. It's familiar the way a gambit is, a collection of unknowns wrapped in trauma. So it would play out quite well for him, or it could go very, very badly.

He supposes he will give it a few days and then revisit.