Chase and Mr. Davenport both came up from Mission Command after the mission to see Bree, Skylar and Oliver waiting for the news on Kaz. Chase hoped that no one would notice the blood stains on his shirt.

"How is he?" Oliver demanded as he grabbed Chase's shoulders. Partly out of desperation, and partly in case he passed out again.

He couldn't get the mental image of Kaz bleeding out from a stab wound while Chase encased them in a force field while Bree and Skylar warded off the bad guys. Him shouting "don't you dare die on me!" while holding his best friends hand and holding back his tears. If Kaz wasn't okay, he wouldn't know how to handle it.

"He's going to be fine." Mr. Davenport assured them, and they all let out a collective sigh of relief. "We stitched him up, and there is zero sign of infection. That being said, I don't want anyone down there just yet. He needs to rest."

The girls nodded, and solemnly started going to bed while Mr. Davenport went back downstairs. Chase had to start soaking his shirt in hopes of getting the blood stain out of it, but Oliver followed him.

"Oliver? Can I help you?" He asked as he peeled off the plaid shirt and started to soak it. Luckily, the shirt under it hadn't gotten any blood on it. That's when he heard Oliver sob, and he knew exactly what he needed, but couldn't get from Kaz.

Chase approached him, and wrapped his arms around Oliver's shoulder. If he couldn't do anything else, he could at least offer him some comfort.