[Silence, as he looks from her to the wall of the room. There's no way of saying it that he'd be okay with, but... He closes his eyes - collects himself - and shakes his head. Something numb allows him to add:]
The others involved didn't make it.
[He swallows dryly, feeling sick; he was ill still, anyway, from running around in the rain, injured, straining himself. But he thinks even if he were better, his stomach would still be doing flips at the thought.]
[Action, Clinic]
[Silence, as he looks from her to the wall of the room. There's no way of saying it that he'd be okay with, but... He closes his eyes - collects himself - and shakes his head. Something numb allows him to add:]
The others involved didn't make it.
[He swallows dryly, feeling sick; he was ill still, anyway, from running around in the rain, injured, straining himself. But he thinks even if he were better, his stomach would still be doing flips at the thought.]