Kicker felt his stomach lurch as the kid screamed. Instantly, Kay-Em was at his side, a syringe in one hand and a patch in the other before Kicker could even reach for his own emergency med kit. No competing with those reflexes, he thought, trying not to feel so relieved about it. Although there was nothing wrong with that, of course, since Kay-Em was also better at treating serious injuries in the field; nothing to do with being squeamish about severed limbs.

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