Okay. Right. "We need to get cold on it. Don't worry, I've set myself on fire plenty of times and I've always been fine," he said, his cheery tone trying to offer Frank false comfort. Little scorches, yes, but never something that massive.

In a moment of inspiration Carter whipped his beret off and began stuffing it full of snow. He packed it in tightly, as if making a snowball, hoping that it would stay in the hat on its own. "This'll make an ice pack," he explained, sounding more frantic than he'd have liked. "If you keep it on your arm then it won't swell up too bad or hurt so much."

When he was finished he stepped back around to get a good look at Frank's arm. There was so much of the wound, though, and so little hat to put it on... Carter bit his lip nervously and then finally applied it to where he hoped the worst of the burn was.