Jacob's gotten a bit of his stamina back and he's trying to do everything he can to contribute to stopping the fires and helping those around him. The injuries on his left arm and across his chest at least seem to have stopped bleeding for the moment. The smoke and destruction is starting to become overwhelming. But, for the most part, people seem to be escaping alright.

Or, that's what he thought until he sees a heap on the ground; someone he recognizes very well. It stops him cold in his tracks. For a moment, all he can do is stare in disbelief, wide-eyed, afraid. He forgot how to breathe in that short period of time, and when his breath catches back up to him, he moves forward, rushing to be by Tony's side.

He kneels beside Tony. Shakily, he reaches out a hand to Tony's face. He swallows in fear in desperation. "T-Tony...?" It's a little quiet at first, and he clears his throat to say it louder. "Tony... c-c'mon. Wake up."