He doesn't know you but he cares. There's been a nasty fight with a rival gang, along with mashed bikes and bruised and injuries, guns were pulled out. "Fuck, Opie, call an ambulance! There's blood!" He held up your head with his shaky hands, staring at you with a mist of rage for who shot you and worry, he can be a heartless man when it comes to fighting, but damn, not that much to let someone who wasn't involved in, die after being shot. He pressed a hand against the wound on your side as you buzzed in and out of consciousness, clinging to Jax's arms, to the stranger. "Hey, I got you, it's gonna be alright, don't you dare die on me, you heard me? Everything's gonna be alright."