Oswald can't remember the last five minutes. Breathe in. There's a cloth pressed up against his right eye, one that is soaked with what he's guessing is probably blood. Breathe out. He's inside, not outside, so there's little chance he'll be hit with a stray bullet. Breathe in. Bane and his men are coming for them, and they will most likely be dead if they don't move, soon. Breathe out. Ed is okay.