Hughes sank down as well, breathing heavily. He reached a hand up to his face, wincing. He could feel his cheek blistering, like he'd been burned. What the hell had that thing been?

But at least they were out of there. And Roy looked to be in worse shape than he was. He knew he'd be okay. He didn't think he could use his left arm, but the right one would be okay. It was a clean stab.

"Come on," he managed, trying to block out the pain from his ruined shoulder. "We've got to get you to the clinic. You're...gonna need to rest."