"TJ..." Maura could see him hesitating to let Robert take over and she needed him to let go. The look he gave her was full of such helplessness even Maura could read it. But, he let Robert take over. Maura kept one hand on her bag to make sure it came along for the ride.
There was no wasting time when they arrived at the safehouse. Maura had scissors in her hand as soon as she could get her bag open again, cutting Travis' shirt off him. "No chest tubes," she muttered, going back into her bag for a large syringe. Using some disinfectant, also from her bag, she swabbed an area of Travis' skin. This was a lot less nerve-wracking than when it had been Frankie on the table in front of her and Maura's hands were much steadier as she inserted the syringe needle and began pulling the trigger up to release the air and blood interfering with Travis' breathing. "I need to get his breathing stabilized first. I need you to get the x-ray machine ready for, please. The bleeding should slow while I do this, but there's tape in my bag. Use it to secure the pad over the entry wound for now."
She knew she was just rattling off instructions. But, she didn't have time to stop and explain too much. "How many people do you think you can bring up here? Even if this works and we don't need to perform a thoracotomy, he's going to need blood and I'll need people here."