“Gavin,” I called. He picked his way to my side. I kept my eyes on Shea. “You and the others gather the rookies. Unstick them from the boards, peel their fingers off the walls, get their heart rates back down from the stratosphere. Get them changed, and get everyone in one place. Try and get them to breathe in and out. And for God’s sake, feed them. They’re starving.”
