Slowly his hands rose, stroking along that broad back, aware of the pain in those lungs by how Gabe breathed. He knew that Reyes would be paying for rushing out and killing the sniper, that all things such as that came with a cost. For now, their safety was assured, but despite all of his pain and aches, he felt most for the agony that Reyes was in. They just happened to be used to swallowing down their pain and forcing their way through it. Quiet moments like these allowed him cope with Gabe's pain in his own way, provide a care he otherwise couldn't in warzones.
He withdrew enough to take the rifle from Gabe's hands, checking it over and then he reached out to take the pack. It would be his turn to carry it first as far as he was concerned. They could switch when his energy flagged completely. He shouldered it with a grunt of pain, one arm moving back around Gabe's waist as they helped each other along in the rain.
At this point, he decided to take it slow now that they were in the safety of the underbrush, aware that no one would be looking for survivors here. He paused so they could step over flatten trees or move around rocks, leaning on each other. "Next time it's my turn to save you. Or I'll drive us out of here so you could suck back some oxygen from a tank."
As they moved, he kept an ear open for sounds of people, but sirens were just filling his head with a more aggressive headache. He moved them to the service road, keeping to the shadows because there were not fire trucks showing up and also ambulances.
He still tugged Gabe along, keeping as much to the shadows as he headed for the mouth of the service road to where the last ambulance was being parked. "That's our ride," he murmured with a slow flick of his chin. He waited, swaying against Reyes as he watched the paramedics talking among each other, confirming the situation and them grabbing supplies to head further down the road with other emergency personnel.
"...you ready? I'm throwing you in the back. You get patched up and I'll drive." Try to drive. He might be wet, but damn he still had blood flowing down his face with it.
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Date: 2019-05-02 10:17 pm (UTC)He withdrew enough to take the rifle from Gabe's hands, checking it over and then he reached out to take the pack. It would be his turn to carry it first as far as he was concerned. They could switch when his energy flagged completely. He shouldered it with a grunt of pain, one arm moving back around Gabe's waist as they helped each other along in the rain.
At this point, he decided to take it slow now that they were in the safety of the underbrush, aware that no one would be looking for survivors here. He paused so they could step over flatten trees or move around rocks, leaning on each other. "Next time it's my turn to save you. Or I'll drive us out of here so you could suck back some oxygen from a tank."
As they moved, he kept an ear open for sounds of people, but sirens were just filling his head with a more aggressive headache. He moved them to the service road, keeping to the shadows because there were not fire trucks showing up and also ambulances.
He still tugged Gabe along, keeping as much to the shadows as he headed for the mouth of the service road to where the last ambulance was being parked. "That's our ride," he murmured with a slow flick of his chin. He waited, swaying against Reyes as he watched the paramedics talking among each other, confirming the situation and them grabbing supplies to head further down the road with other emergency personnel.
"...you ready? I'm throwing you in the back. You get patched up and I'll drive." Try to drive. He might be wet, but damn he still had blood flowing down his face with it.