As Hesh and Elias took a few steps towards the cockpit, Elias explaining Rorke's past as a Ghost while Hesh continued to ask more and more questions, Logan couldn't help but stumble as the blood loss began to catch up to him. He threw out his arm behind him, trying to find something to lean on, not wanting to collapse to the floor in front of his fellow soldiers. Fumbling blindly along the edge of the helicopter, he gripped tightly onto one of the side straps, as he let himself fall back onto one of the seats.

No one seemed to notice his collapse, and at this point, he was uncertain if that was a good thing. Taking a deep breath, Logan clenched his teeth as he reached across his body to start removing his body armor. Even though he wasn't pressing hard against his chest, the simple contact across his body only increased his pain, the burning that was once centered at the point of injury rippled across his whole frame. Logan couldn't help the large gasp that he let out at the feeling of relief, the release of all that pressure when he unclipped the last buckle and the chest piece fell to his side.

Whether it was the gasp, the clatter as his body armor fell to the ground, or perhaps the large blood stain that was spreading across his uniform, it got the attention of one of their rescuers. Keegan, or at least that's what he thought the man's name was, was now staring at him. Logan tilted his head down, a light blush coming to his cheeks. He didn't want Keegan's attention, or anyone's for that matter, but it was too late.

Logan flinched at the touch on his shoulder, even though it was incredibly gentle, pulling away from whoever had made contact.

"Logan," the voice said, sounding both concerned and angry at the same time. "Are you injured?" Logan looked up to see who had spoken. Keegan had managed to find a large first aid kit that was now sitting next to him, ready to be used, and Logan was slightly thrown to not have noticed the procurement of the first aid kit, let alone the movement of the larger man from the cockpit to being directly in front of him.

Logan wasn't sure if it was the tone of the voice or the proximity of the larger man who was still a stranger to him (rescuer or not), but he suddenly found himself flashing back to that last encounter. He could feel the Federation soldier on top of him, his knees pinning Logan to the hot, burning floor as his attacker thrusted a jagged knife downwards towards his heart. His breath caught, his lungs unable to fill with air as his body went taunt with the effort to keep the knife from entering his chest.

Logan jerked again at the contact against his chest, but when he reached out, he was surprised to encounter Keegan's hands carefully placing a pressure bandage across his injury, and not the sharp blade of a knife cutting through his skin. His hands trembled as he held onto Keegan's, but the contact reminded him that Elias and Keegan had saved them, that he was no longer in the burning building with a man trying to kill him, but surrounded by the team of Ghosts.

Unfortunately, while he was no longer stuck in his memories, he still couldn't take a deep breath.

He tried again, but it was unsuccessful, along with the next attempt. As he continued to spiral into an anxiety attack, Logan was only able to take short, rapid breaths, which caused his panic to increase further.

Knowing that he had to do something before he lost consciousness, Logan placed the older man's hand on his wrist, hoping that he would be able to pick up on his increased heart rate. Gesturing for Keegan to pull down his mask, he waited until he saw the blue eyes look directly into his own, and mouthed 'can't breathe', in addition to holding his other hand on his chest. His hand shook in Keegan's grip, but he forced himself to overcome his unease with the contact as he waited to see if Keegan could understand what was going on.

Seeing a spark of recognition in Keegan's eyes, Logan could feel his body relax minutely. His hand was no longer trembling like a leaf, but he still wasn't able to breathe properly, instead he continued to wheeze and gasp. He started to slump down into the seat as the lack of oxygen started to catch up to him, black spots starting to fill up his line of vision. He was startled when he felt Keegan shift his grip on his wrist, bringing Logan's hand up to his own chest.

"Feel my heartbeat Logan? Slow and steady. And that's what we are going to do right now, we are going to breathe, together, slow and steady."

Logan wasn't sure how many times Keegan repeated the mantra, but the thrumming beat that he felt under his hand was a calming pattern. Aided by Keegan's voice repeating 'slow and steady', Logan was finally able to catch his breath, the encroaching darkness now receding. Logan took another couple large breaths in and out, continuing to follow Keegan's counts.

"I'm going to ask again, Logan, are you injured?"

Logan nodded, still unable to form actual words, especially now that the other occupants of the helicopter were staring at the two of them. It looked like his dad was actually holding Hesh back from coming over to him, and he frowned, not sure why he wasn't letting his brother help. Looking back at Keegan, he tried to mimic the action of a knife, and then indicated the area of his injury. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as Keegan rapidly unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers gently feeling along the point of impact.

"Logan, you need to tell us when you're injured, okay? God, we're lucky nothing was left in the wound…but I'm going to need to suture this, it's fairly deep. Merrick, grab the good stuff under the chair there," Keegan pointed as he started to pull out a needle and thread. Merrick responded much quicker than Logan thought he would to Keegan's demands; a small vial of medicine and a needle quickly appeared in Keegan's hand.

Keegan cleaned the wound, causing Logan to let out a loud whimper. Elias wasn't able to stop Hesh from coming over after that agonizing sound, his older brother ducking under his father's arm and belining over to Logan, offering out a hand to squeeze onto.

Logan bit his lip as the needle first broke the skin, but between Keegan's administration of the good meds and Hesh's tight grip, he was able to ride out the rest of the stitches without making another sound. He found himself starting to tip over, Keegan and his brother both helping him lay down as the drugs started to take full effect.

But the thought of the older man being angry with him when he woke up again made his chest ache even more and so before he let his body succumb to the darkness, Logan managed to form his hand into a fist and rubbed it clockwise over his chest, hoping that Keegan might recognize the universal sign for sorry.