As soon as she mentioned Evan being stabbed, Brandon's mind derailed and he almost tripped and dropped her. He recovered quickly enough, and readjusted her in his arms and blinked a couple of times. "Evan was stabbed?" he asked. That explained why Brandon couldn't see him when he looked from where he'd been walking with Silas and Reg.
Fuck. This was going to destroy Leah.
When she made noise, Brandon fought with the urge to tell her to be quiet, and instead muttered, "sorry," and tried to be as still as he possibly could, while still moving quickly. It was a challenge, and eventually, he decided that a little pain now would save her from death, so she'd have to deal with it.
He chuckled softly. "Okay, fair enough," he mused. "Yeah, I didn't think any of you should've been out here," he told her matter-of-factly. "It just seems like a shitty idea, and like it would end up with someone getting hurt." And look at that, here she was, hurt. "Well just because you're not needed out here anymore doesn't give you the okay to go ahead and get stabbed!" A joke, and probably an inappropriate one for the moment, but he'd made it and it was what it was.
"Almost there, okay? When we get you to the infirmary, maybe they'll let you sleep." Maybe. But he made no guarantees.