Sam goes still when he sees the full extent of Albert’s injuries. He’s seen worse; he’s even brought guys back from worse, but that was with a pararescueman’s equipment, and evacing them quickly to a hospital with a lot more high tech equipment. Stuck in the middle of a cave with no hope for any medical attention beyond what he’s got? Well, he’s worked miracles before, but this is a little more than a miracle.

His hand hovers over the mess of Albert’s stomach anyway, like he can somehow will it to heal. He can’t bring himself to voice out loud what they both know.

“My target’s a kid,” he says instead, voice quiet. He doesn’t expand on that. He figures he doesn’t have to for Albert to get what that says about his chances at surviving this.

He shifts a little so he’s sitting down on the floor as well and grabs at Albert’s hand, curling his fingers around it. “Jet get the chance to cook for you yet?”