He focused on the rattle of the transport. Gabriel’s eyes were glued on the scenery that sped past them as the carrier took them to the nearest support point. It was fast, but not fast enough.
Jesse was lying in his lap, drifting in and out of consciousness. He’d rouse every now and then, murmuring indistinct complaints and shifting painfully. Gabriel’s arm was wedged under the stump where Jesse’s arm used to be, carefully keeping it elevated.
Jesse needed help. He needed help faster than Gabriel was able to give to him.
ALRIGHT KIDS, TIME TO EAT A BIG HEAPING BOWL OF ANGST.