He really doesn't speak Basic, does he? Or even understand it, as Kylo had partially assumed. It's unsettling, somehow, suggesting something he isn't prepared to examine yet. He follows Murphy's direction back to the medkit.

Whoever or whatever might be coming, the least he should do is treat the injuries he can reach. Bacta. Nanoweave brace. Enough to get him mobile. And to do any of that...

Kylo hisses a curse as he releases the clasp of his belt, laying it (and the attached hilt of his lightsaber) carefully over the console. It's immediately apparent from the sudden lack just how much support it was providing.

"Here," he gasps before really thinking it through— though Murphy clearly has more will to help than harm, so far. Kylo doesn't have much choice but to enlist his aid, if he hopes to be in any condition to face whatever's coming for him, which is only becoming more obvious the longer he struggles to get out of his armoured tunic. "Here. Help me."