Amos grimaces. Oh, yay, ribs. Either they're fine or whoops, there goes your lung or your heart or any other important life-sustaining bit in your chest. Definitely out of his league as far as field-patches. "It ain't safe to stop here. We should at least try to walk, if we can. You can lean on me if you need it."

They're out here in the corridors, far away from the ruined city and Hope's otherworldly protects. They won't be safe until they get there, either.