Donya gets Jack's arm patched up and he's already starting to wake up. The wound isn't bad, a graze on the shoulder, but obviously enough to cause him to black out with all the other stressors. Donya helps him sit up and then heads back over to the twins.

"How are you doing?" They're wiping their hands and smiling. "You two did good for a first gauntlet. It happens sometimes when they notice Jack's on the ground and moving."