Honestly, making the post and doing this was what was keeping Dick alert and focused right now. He could probably cling to the thought of getting out of here and getting to Tim, and figuring out what the hell had happened to Jim and Arthur and everyone else if he had to, but this was easier.

Dick just frowned and walked over to John, carefully easing the jacket off and wincing in sympathy when he got a look at the injury. "Damn. Couldn't have said anything earlier?" It's a weak joke. They'd barely had time to eat or drink, let alone stop to properly tend to injuries.