Jesse threw himself into the front seat beside Isaiah, white-knuckling the dashboard as they drove away. There were pieces of glass embedded in his hands and face, but he ignored them for now, opting instead to turn around and see how his brothers were doing.
"We need to go get stitched up," he said, wincing as something pulled in his face and deepened a cut. He pulled up the nearest hospital on his GPS, and started reading directions out to Isaiah. "And once we get there, I want to call Nicholas and JJ, make sure they're alright. We'll figure out what to do next from there."