Counting Cisco's heart rate lessens the internal panic in Tony's brain enough to at least feel a little better. Generally, counting beats is like a comfort mechanism to him, has been ever since he was a little boy (old habit, picked up while learning how to play the piano from his mother), and right now it's almost like he's doing the same thing. Except, instead of beats, it's his heart rate, and it helps him think past the ringing in his head at least for a moment.

The problem is, he can't seem to figure out what the hell had happened. One second everything was fine, now here they are. Had it been a faulty bot? The explosion had been more than defective equipment, though, especially based on the radius of the explosion, and--

Cisco's talking again. His chest? What about it? He looks down at himself, but it's almost like he's staring at something that isn't his own body. There's metal embedded into his chest, and all he sees is red - the jumpsuit, the blood that is soaking through, and...shit, is the room spinning?

"We have to get out of here." His eyes look a little unfocused from the pain and the shock and he blood loss, but he tries to shake his head at Cisco's insistence that he needs to lay down. Lay down? No. They have to get out, he thinks, even if he can't bring himself to move as he almost sways a little in his kneeling position. "Maybe we can...find a way out."