"Hey, kid," Slade breathed out frantically, and you can only let out a strained wheeze, agony tearing through your chest. Your head is spinning and you can barely see anything, but Slade pats your cheek, trying to ease your disorientation. "Look at me, right here. That's it."

He's holding you close, and you can hear the slight edge of panic in his voice as he speaks, his fingers gently prying the mask from your face so he can see you better. "Just hold on for me, yeah? Hold on for me, kid."