"Hunter?" Alex calls out to the hunched form on the floor.

"Got stabbed on the thigh by one of the metal-like things, sir," he pants, clutching at his leg. Alex can see he's trembling too, small tremors running down his entire body. "It kinda b-burns."

"He's got a temperature too, Alex," Scarsbury is holding his shoulder, the back of her left hand flat on his forehead, "Poison, I think." 

"Take him back," Alex orders. "Wrayburn, go with Scarsburry."

The two of them haul Hunter off the floor gently and support him in their middle. They take off at a fast jog, Hunter hobbling along. Alex figures it'll take them ten...