"Bad," Annie said simply, glancing down at his stomach again and biting her lower lip. "I think it'll hold now, though. And I'll bandage you up once it's had a chance to breathe a little." Right now, the idea of touching that recently-burned skin seemed like the last thing he'd want, but that was fine with Annie, who was busying herself with carefully settling down on her side next to him. "Five got away with some scratches."

And good thing, too, since Annie wasn't sure she would have been able to patch them both up, or whether Five would have been able to transport them both with more serious injuries, himself.