[Video]
To McCoy:
[Labored breathing before the screen flickers on. Christine is sitting against a wall and her bathroom mirror can be seen behind her covered in a sheet of some sort. There is a trail of blood across her left cheek bone and some blood can be spotted in her hair.]
I don't think I'll make it to the clinic for a bit. My leg is a bit... uh... out of commission. I thought I should let you know. Don't you dare leave the clinic. You help whoever shows up and I'll find someway to make it over.
To John:
[Christine's facial expression is one of forced calm under a great deal of stress and pain. She is bandaging her arms which look like someone decided to play tic tac toe all over them while she speaks.]
John. I think i have a bone bruise on my left ankle, but i'm needed at the clinic. I know i have no right to ask you, but I need someone to help me get there. I would really apprecia- Ah!
[She pauses in her work as she clutches her right eye. When she lets go a dark bruise covers where her hand had been.]
Now would be a good time for you to be in a good helping mood.