You stumbled back to the helicopter, Gaz hauled you up. You sprawled out on the floor, the hum of the helicopter crawled through your ears. Exhausted overtook you.

“Anyone broken?” Gaz asked, his eyes scanning over the squad.

“All…fine…” You breathed.

“I would believe that you’re fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so.”

Gaz gritted his teeth and ket down beside you.