Yeah. [ Royce agrees sharply. Both of them aren't exactly in the best shape to do this, but Royce doesn't care. Mercy is more important. There's nothing else he can even think of - his thoughts are a mile a minute, save her, save her, save her.

Royce is decently sure they both have concussions - Alfie's hand, too. But Royce has already gone dead, in the way that he does when the stress mounts too high, when he has to save someone he loves. His eyes are cold and furious - he's breathing hard, but everything else about him is still, held tense. He's burning with how fucking angry he is, feels it sticking in his throat. ]

Don't, Solomons. It's fine. She'll be fine, I - we won't let anything happen. [ Royce says, staring at him. ] Need to wrap your hand. I'll get the kit. Start driving.