Asher stirred, and groaned. He felt a sharp pain in his head as he regained consciousness. He lay there, confused, for several minutes, trying to figure out where he was. He remembered…buying movie tickets, sitting down… an explosion? These 3D movies were really getting out of hand. He tried to move and felt a pain in his torso and froze. The thought that he may have been impaled briefly crossed his mind. He tried to relax, then started by moving his fingers, up his arms, his toes, legs. His head pounded, and when it showed no sign of stopping he decided he had better move. He felt his chest and stomach, his shirt was sticky with blood and clung to him, but the cuts and scratches didn't seem severe, and he wasn't about to bleed out.

He heard screams. He heard his name.

"What?" he coughed. Dust filled his nose and mouth. Forget the blood if he stayed here much longer he'd suffocate.

With difficulty he dragged himself up out of a pile of wrecked theatre seats and slabs of plaster. He spotted the others one by one, and waved to let them know he was okay. Well, maybe not okay, but alive at least. He reached Leo first, who seemed to be in the best shape of them all, and gripped his shoulder for support as he fell to a coughing fit trying to clear his lungs. 

"Those…special… effects," he wheezed, "I think we got the full experience. My god, Cassy!" He half-ran, half-stumbled to the girl and knelt beside Ray and David. "We've got to get her out of here--" he did a once-over of her wound, "Leave that in till we get her to safety. If we pull it out it'll bleed too much. Ray, get her legs." Asher slid his arms under Cassy's, trying to hold her back as straight as possible.

Between the two of them, they should be able to get her out without jostling her too much. If his head wasn't so muddled, he might have said something like "It's gonna be okay," but right now actions were more important than words. The logical side of his brain took over. It was all go go go.