Brooks stooped down to help Bryce, who had gotten off lightly compared to the others. He was missing a large portion of his right hand, and he’d had the presence of mind to try to loop his belt around the injury to control the blood loss, pulling it tight.
Huh, not bad, Bryce.
He seemed like he’d lose consciousness any second. Brooks retrieved some medical supplies from his backpack and began tending to the boy.
Oh right, we have a medic! Time to work your magic, Brooks.
He’s probably not going to be happy about it considering the kid did willingly enter the fray to escape them, but he’ll do it right.
I watched Thomas struggle towards the door.
Seriously, where are you even trying to go? I’m not sure that door’s gonna help you.
Minor arrived fifteen or twenty seconds after Brooks had started to work on the boy, standing guard while our medic took care of Bryce’s hand.
Nice, looks like Taylor’s maze directions worked decently well.