Re: Dr Strange!
One part of his mind was watching Loki stand, watching him move, and was clicking through the medical diagnosis. Shock. Atrophied muscles. Compressed spine. Muscle contusion, likely periosteal bruises. Malnutrition and dehydration contributing to all of the above. Mental confusion likely a result of physical and mental trauma, but he would have to evaluate pupil reaction to ensure lack of skull trauma.
As none of that was life-threatening - barring potential concussions - most of his mind was cold and focused, letting the worry amuse itself by chewing through diagnoses while he concentrated on the hallway in front of them. What they needed was, ideally, an exit up to the surface; he would be much more comfortable casting a teleportation spell that didn't have to jump much in the way of altitude, though he could probably manage it as long as he didn't need to be concerned about the ceiling caving in --
A smaller hand seized on his, and he looked over at Loki, wrapped in the scarlet Cloak of Levitation, words tripping out of his mouth but eyes woefully unfocused. Everything inside him yanked, twisted in pain and around the holes were darker emotions had been, and he wished that this healing was as simple as removing a diseased lump of cells.
"Wait," he said, halting their little three-legged race contestant. He gestured over the heads of L.L. and Loki, murmuring, and a shimmering gold sphere surrounded them. "You two will need to stay close," he said, "but that should deflect a bullet. For himself, he'd have to think on his feet and use some kenetic-redirection, but he was the senior sorcerer; he knew how to do that, and so they needed protection far more than he.
"Water utilities," Stephen repeated. "Then spells of fire, at least, are safe to cast." It certainly wouldn't spread, not contained by the damp concrete. Unless it touched off an explosion that killed them all.