His nose wrinkles at the thought of using glue -- not special medical glue, just regular glue -- on his body. Please, no.

He's still stuck in Dragonite's arms, and can't do much to help Legion personally, but he realizes there is something he can do -- against the dragon's protests, he pulls out two Pokeballs (one regular, one friend ball) with his bad arm (his good one is still clutched onto his abdomen) -- and tosses them out. Immediately two creatures appear -- Pidgey, and one of the native Smeargle-Moombas. They both make sounds of distress at the sight of their blood-covered companion, but he sternly points toward legion before resting his arm again.

"Go on, go help him find something to treat this with." Reluctantly, they leave his side as he rests his arm again, making their way to the cabinets to help Legion look around for supplies.