Inside the building, the humans were recovering from the grenade blast in uneven groups.  Fenson was safe, having been laid behind a couch, as was the medic.  O'Toole and Halvorson survived with minor cuts from flying glass.<br/><br/>Collins had not had time to roll out of his chair after the tear gas attack and had taken a concussion to his forehead as well as several shrapnel shards in his torso.  He lay slumped forward over his bulging gut, bleeding out into the chair's fabric.<br/><br/>Janus had been safe within the armory, but the noise of the blast had stunned him.  Most of the remaining humans were in varying states of injury - but three had been killed.<br/><br/>O'Toole poked her head out from behind the couch she had ducked behind, witnessing the aftermath of the blast.  She had no idea how to react - but if the lieutenant was still alive, she was going to tear open his living skull.<br/><br/>Then Heretic's impassioned cry reached them:<span style="font-style: italic">"Medic, get over here!"</span>The fox was carrying an unconscious and bleeding Baz into the room.<br/><br/>The medic flew from his place beside Fenson and snatched up his bag, rushing to him and laying Baz out on the floor.  Halvorson, a bit dazed still, followed him with a blank expression on his face.  O'Toole also rushed over.  Janus recovered from his shock and heard the call.  Worried about his friends in the main living area, he walked slowly into the room.  It was strewn with debris and smoking shrapnel, but he saw that Fenson was still alive and well.  He then saw Collins, the three dead men, and the bleeding rat, and his Uzi dropped from his hand to the floor.<br/><br/>The medic checked over Baz's wounds.<br/><br/>"He's lost a lot of blood," he said, whipping out bandages and forceps to remove the shrapnel.  "Where's that woman and her little blood machine?"<br/><br/>"SARA!" shouted Halvorson.  "GET OVER HERE NOW!  BRING THE BLOOD MACHINE!"<br/><br/>"Bags of rat blood," added the medic, "Second closet over."  He pointed, and O'Toole rushed in that direction to get the blood.<br/><br/>Halvorson knelt beside Baz and looked at the medic in fear.  "How bad?"<br/><br/>"Bad enough," said the medic, removing the shrapnel in Baz's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Will he make it?"<br/><br/>"FUCK IF I KNOW!" the medic snapped.  "Shut up and let me work!"<br/><br/>Halvorson backed away, rose and paced while the medic did his work.  O'Toole returned with a dozen bags of different rat blood types and lay them next to the medic.  Then she leaned on her quarterstaff heavily, as if it were a crutch, and looked at the Highlander with liquid eyes.  "Someone better have gotten that motherfucking blondie," she mumbled.