Faiza took one look at the situation and nodded. Luckily, she also had a head for names. "Please, Ms. Maza, Mr. Cranston, keep Goliath's injured arm above the level of his heart. You have the hand, yes?" She bent to look at Hiccup's eyes, checking how bad the concussion was. "I believe your medical file says that you're magical, Goliath?" She'd listen to whoever answered, though. It was going to play into her triage. "Mr. Haddock, I'm going to need you to stay awake and with us, all right?"