The chase was over and all attention was focused on the injured guy again, who was seemingly still fighting to stay conscious. The girl told Ryan to check on him and make sure the bandages and everything is still all right. They had to hold out until they reached a relatively secure place where she could help him further. But until that, it was up to Ryan, whose only medical knowledge lied in a first aid training he received years ago, to keep him safe during the travel. So he looked at the plasters the girl put up, all of them - fortunately -, held tight. With the danger of bleeding out minimized, the guy's survival chances were a lot higher, which relieved Ryan. He already cared about the two like they were his best friends, even though he didn't even know their names. All that despite being a suspicious person in normal circumstances. 

[i]"The bandages hold, everything looks fine."[/i] he declared. [i]"Also, just call me Ryan."[/i] He also helped the guy getting a little more comfortable inside the van, giving him more space at his own comfort's expense. The situation seemed to be calm for now, also allowing Ryan to rest a bit. However, this idyll ended quickly and abruptly, as the sound of a massive explosion shook him up. [i]The hell...?[/i] he thought to himself, surprised. He was not the only one to hear it, as the girl navigated the car closer to where the explosion came from, seemingly eager to see its cause. Soon enough, they reached the blown apart gas station.

[i]"Well...something or someone surely made that station explode. Should we check it out?"[/i]