Oh good, he was awake and shirted! That made his job easier, casting only the blankets aside before he was assessing the best way to get Neal up and out.

"Lighting storm," he started, hand reaching out to grab and gently hoist Neal up to a sitting position. "It hit the lighthouse, started a fire and it's moving fast. We have to go, right now," he continued slipping an arm over his shoulders, wrapping his own arm around Neal's waist and lifting. It didn't really matter if Neal was ready for it or not; Raylan would fireman carry him out if he had to, stab wound or no.

He was not going to let Neal die like that again, even in his panic.