As the first sickening burst of queasiness receded, Esposito grabbed his bloodied partner, slinging the small man over his shoulder and holding his legs.
He made the man as comfortable as possible and ran, the dead weight of his closest friend thudding ominously with every step.
No, he corrected himself. Not dead weight. He's fine. He'll be fine.
Still, he couldn't help that extra burst of adrenaline that kicked in, firing up his legs just that bit more. A shot was fired, somewhere over Esposito's head, reminding him of everything at stake.
Everything after that was hazy, except for one thought –
Kevin.
Not sticking to 100 anymore.