Even with the worst of the damage healed and taken care of, Greg still feels pretty shaky and ill. It could be the blood loss, or the leftover adrenaline, or even the exhaustion. Whatever reason, that's not why he's in the medical tent.

A hand rests gently on Steven's back. "Are you doing okay? Don't think anyone will mind if you catch some Zs on a cot." He wants to carry his kid back to the trailer, or even the van, someplace that's personal and private and theirs. Once his son decides he's going to help people, though, there's not a lot Greg can say to convince him otherwise.