"Shock, yes," Daniel said, not entirely helpfully. He wasn't a medical doctor, so he couldn't completely fill the Tribute in on what it was or the exact mechanics, and anyway, they didn't have time. Daniel sighed, exasperated. "No, you're not 'cool', you need to get somewhere safe first, get treated. There has to be something around."

Daniel accepted the torn sleeve. It was splattered with blood, and certainly wasn't going to be anything close to sterile, which was what he needed. Daniel scooted closer, and began to wind it around his head. He tried to be gentle, mouth twitching as his hand grazed the exposed edge of the socket. Daniel mouthed a "sorry" at him.

The hovercraft showing up like some bloated beast was almost enough for Daniel the careful work he'd put into winding the bandage firmly around the man's head. His fingers stilled. A boom of a canon thundered through the air as it touched down, followed by another and yet another. It reverberated through his chest, made his teeth chatter for a moment. It felt close, but he couldn't see any sign where it might have come from. It was a set number too, almost as if it were counting...

...counting out the number that had died so far. The craft began to scoop the bodies up like so much trash. Daniel started to get up before he'd realized it, the work on the other guy forgotten. No, this wasn't how they could go out.