His feet felt like lead and every step sent stabbing pains through his chest, but Gene didn't care. He couldn't, because Diva was burning and he had to save someone. He couldn't let his team down, not now. Not ever.

How he managed to make it to her he didn't know, but Gene collapsed beside her, teeth gritted as he shoved the blanket over her, trying to pat out the flames. He could feel the heat through the fabric and sucked in a breath that lodged in his throat; he gagged, hacking up phlegm and blood and what looked like pieces of lung. Oh bloody hell.

"Always causing me trouble," he wheezed quietly, patting desperately at the flames. "Never did know when to quit, did you?"