What was supposed to be a fun, explodey time quickly turned into a rollercoaster of worry as his new friend almost fell over. Then, he served up such a distressed look that Jamison would probably never forget, leaving him speechless. Which was a very rare occurrence for him. They'd unpack that later, but for now, it was finally boom time!

          But after what he'd just witnessed, Junkrat couldn't fully enjoy the mayhem. All attention was focused on Dennis in case he got worse. For the briefest moment, he glanced around, wondering where that horrific screaming was coming from and, most importantly, why it was happening.

          Those thoughts were instantly pushed aside as his new friend began having what appeared to be a seizure? Instinctively, he rushed over to gently lay him on the ground. Remembering what he'd been taught during his initial training for Overwatch, he whistled for Lady to come closer so he could take a blanket from her supplies. Once Dennis' head was secure and comfortable on the blanket, Jamison stayed by his side and took out the communication rock thingy that he'd painted up to look like a walkie-talkie so he wouldn't feel so silly talking into it. ❝ Hey, ya' know that spookyass lake ya' told me not ta' go near, gonna' need an ambulance horse—or whatever ya' call it—here, stat! ...And hurry up! ❞

          Keeping watch over Dennis, making sure he remained unharmed, Jamison felt so powerless. ❝ Don't worry, mate. Even if ya' die, you'll come back alive. ❞ If not for that fact, he was sure he would have lost his composure by now. How had Angela dealt with this on a daily basis?