Kaz had gotten his first good look at his own arms as he popped the other man's back into place. They were a mess of small cuts and scrapes. Nothing seemed imbedded anywhere at least, and he half wondered if his face looked just as bad.
Looking around, his stomach sank a bit as the reality of the situation started to set in. So many people hurt, maybe dead. "Motherfucker... never seen anything like this." He leaned against the nearest wall, taking in the carnage. He had no clue where to begin really. The first person he saw as he looked back at the stage was the sound tech, crushed under a monitor. He'd done the 9/11 tribute concert thing years ago, but for the first time, he thought he finally understood what had really happened. He walked over to the nearest person and began checking for signs of life.