Once all of the missing Legionnaires had been accounted for, Robbie immediately violated what felt like half a dozen sub-rules and ignored everything else to find his friends. He wanted to see for himself that they were still breathing, and then he'd be able to breathe.

He must've made too much noise when he snuck up on Vance though. Maybe he bit his lip so hard at the blood that it made a sound. Who knows? It meant he'd be slower finding the others. "Soon. I think everyone's all keyed-up with adrenaline, and nobody's thinking straight. You know that moment when you smash through the door and they've already saved themselves?"

Robbie laughed a little, and, yeah, it was that tight, high pitched laugh when your blood and head are buzzing and there's nothing to do except rummage around for something to help with the blood. The only thing keeping him this calm - keeping the laugh from sounding crazed - was that Vance had an ice pack. An ice pack meant he was fine. Nobody's going to bleed to death with ice pack. No triage station would waste an ice pack on a lost cause. "That's me, right now. Times four."