Richie saw it play out on the kid's face, the thoughts going from almost humorous to pain and hurt.
"Hey, breathe." He said softly, switching gears a little bit. Because, as much as he was usually loud and sarcastic, he did understand when something softer was needed.
He reached out and put his hand on the other man's arm, making contact this time and hoping it would come as comfort instead of just make him nervous. "Shit got better." He started, "Science, medicine, it all gets better. People don't have to die from this anymore."
"There are a few people I'll have to talk to, but we can help." He knew enough to know that even Dr. Cuddy would be able to help, as long as they had the supplies, but with the door they had now...even more might be possible.