One moment, Jonas collapsed, and the next moment?
"Jonas!" Travis was already there as he called, sliding on torn jeans, hands blazing gold as he pressed both palms to the worst of the damage, contact immediately igniting Vital Surgeas he poured himself out.
Jonas's flesh started knitting back in frantic strands as the bleeding slowed from sheets to rivulets. The power dragged a groan out of him, back bowing as the Rift drank his reserves.
"Keep…" Jonas swallowed a mouthful of air and finally found words. "Keep everyone… moving".
"Shut up," Travis snapped, his voice hoarse, eyes wet and furious. "Try not dying every single time you insufferable bastard, it ruins the vibe!"
Jonas chuckled.
Kara dropped to one knee at Jonas's head, her free hand bracing his shoulder while her other gripped the spear slick with Ravager gore. "You stubborn Ox," she grinned, hitting him playfully by the side.
