[Well, that's concerning. If he didn't know any better, the kid sounds like he's not really used to this whole gig, let alone long enough to administer first aid. But the important thing right now is to not let his concern cloud his judgement — the moment he slips up, someone could die, and that wouldn't fix that the kid might be green; it'd just add another dead person on top of it. So he swings through the hotel, webbing and pulling out a number of people with fellow fighters who are determined to get this settled as bloodless as possible.

If Miles is as fresh as Peter's starting to suspect, it's better not to have him in direct danger here. Some of these people hypnotized into fighting are definitely not just civilian-types — some are really, really good at fighting. By the time the inside is secured, Spider-Man's got a cut on his bicep but is otherwise untouched.

Phew.

As Miles' world spins a little, a hand grips his shoulder, steadying him.]

Doing great. C'mon, kiddo, don't pass out on me, I get lonely. [He crawls in on a knee to assess the wound, gloved hands on the civilian's chest and shoulder to keep them steadied.] You're gonna alright; just lay back, and help's on the way. Spider-Man, hey — close your eyes, ears on. Broken bones? Movies tell you to just pop it back into place. Movies are super wrong — the best you can do is splint any broken bones as they are and let a doctor handle it later. Alright?

[He talks to the person on the ground a bit, as he webs up a splint and staunches the bleeding; when they're as helped as they can manage, Peter turns himself toward the kid, hesitant.]

You got a place to stay yet in town, Spider-Man?