"Yeah, me too." Howard doesn't drink from the coffee yet, waiting for it to cool a bit, because he wants to guzzle it and he knows it'll burn his mouth. He frowns and sighs. He thinks he's too young for all this crap, but then again, maybe if you get a load of trauma when you're fifteen that just means you have more years in your adult life to get over it.

"Okay, so." Howard pulls a basic first aid 101 guide out of his backpack. "I been reading this book and it mostly makes sense, but a lot of it seems to be about not moving the body or keeping people calm until an ambulance comes. There's no ambulance coming out in the Arena. What do you do then?"

Kind of a broad question, but.