Galen nearly throws up, himself, and if Kenzi doesn't catch him, his legs give out underneath him; they're just sources of pain, right now, and he can't even think to move them without his vision going white and his head swimming. If he does fall, he tries to land on his arm, next to Jesse. His mind is just a constant stream of panicked thoughts: make sure Jesse is okay, make sure he's okay, don't let anything happen to him. It doesn't even register, at first, that they've completely changed location.

"I'm -- m'okay," he nearly giggles, breath choking in his throat. Jesse's chest is so bad. Oh god. "I -- I. Oh, god, oh god, J-Jess, wake up --"