His phone wasn't getting a signal. But that could be the storm. If Az helped him, he could set Nikko's leg. And get whatever the bloody hell was in his foot out. His stomach was more than a bit queasy at the idea of blood, but he had no choice.
And all of that sort of took a trip to the wayside when Az burst into tears. It almost didn't compute, Az crying, but it was enough to snap him into some sensible action.
Jean wrapped her up in his arms, drawing her to him and burying his face in her hair. "It'll be all right, love," he assured her. "All of us." And everything could just wait a bloody minute while they both calmed down.