Pequeño Rayo De Sol (слэш)

There's a soft pop he feels right behind his navel. An unpleasantly wet warmth seeps through the fabric of his trousers. Oh no. His face burns. The whole squad is staring at him.
"Okay, Rollins, you get Nick to the hospital. I'm going to get Barba. Fin, Dodds, Carisi, hold down the fort here, alright."