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Something, in an area of his mind he had no immediate access to, was wrong.

He performed normally, executing his duties, going through daily routines unerringly. But there was a component missing, as if a command was awaiting execution without his knowledge of it; seeking a trigger.

And there was something else… a feeling.

It didn't belong. He

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Reese tugged her hair into a knot and realized it had grown to the middle of her back. It hadn't been this long since she was eleven years old taking swimming lessons at the Y. She had to remind herself it was Monday just to keep track because the days tended to melt into each other if she didn't. As soon as she crossed the bridge she knew there was something wrong. First of all, the fish were clustered in the river, second of all there was blood. It gave off a sour, iron smell, and she caught the unmistakable scent of decaying flesh.

"Jesus," she muttered under her breath just as she caught sight of the arm. Her eyebrows shot up as she moved to examine it. There was a razor glittering in the river, too. She could see it. But there was a hand with met-- "Shit

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He gave her a brief visual overview. She wasn't large, she wasn't likely to be heavy, and if she remained subdued and didn't fidget, carrying her was a plausible option. "Fine," he nodded. "Though I'd rather if it didn't come to that. I think my shoulder might be dislocated." He wasn't certain of it, since his body awareness was nearly shut down at this point, but every attempt to move his left arm at a certain angle resulted in a nearly disabling wave of pain, which made it the most likely possibility. There was no time to attend to it though. He made a mental note not to collide with any trees on the way back.

He didn't wait for further confirmation.

Though he couldn't run at his full capacity now - he could lose the doctor - he still ran, fast enough to barely keep track of sensory input. He periodically glanced behind him to make sure Elliot was still there, not falling over or being eaten by something. The path was scorched in his mind, and there was not a single moment of hesitation

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Oh, sure, your shoulder's dislocated. It's not like you'd be screaming in agony or anything. But he wasn't sticking around to let her attend to it, so she'd just have to follow him to get any work done.

Elliot ran. And ran. And ran. And by the time she drew up next to him, she was panting hard, her lungs were burning, and her scalp hurt from getting her hair tangled in several passing tree-branches. There wasn't exactly time to worry about that, though - there was a woman on the ground. Pinned to the ground by what looked like a bamboo spear straight through her shoulder. Oh my god. If I wasn't a doctor, I think I'd puke.

"I'll do what I can," she said grimly, setting her bag down next to the woman and crouching in the dirt. She couldn't tell if she was conscious or not, and began by taking her pulse and checking her breathing. Weak, but not too weak. She'd lost a lot of blood, though...A lot of blood. Elliot's hands were already sticky with it, but they were still steady. She'd been trained for situations like this...well, not

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"I'm here." It came out clear. Thin, but there. "It's cold. Everything's cold but. But I know I have hands. Little numb. Probably shock." Austin. She very carefully didn't move. "Austin?" Her fingers were on the canteen but she wasn't sure where the strength had gone. He should have more water. He should.

You're bleeding. You're bleeding a great deal. That's where you strength is. I suggest you keep talking.

Her eyes opened after moment of just willing them. Blonde woman. Moonlight washed her out. She drew a breath.

"Austin, I'm fine." Quiet. Calm. Yeah, she was fine. "No, wait. I'll be fine." Reese was staring at the woman, the doctor, pulling her into focus. "I think," she said slowly. "I think if you were a plant, you'd make a good orchid. I'm bleeding all over you." Oh, Jesus. She wasn't supposed to say that.

"Do you want to yank that out or is that a bad idea? Wasn't. Sure." She was trying not to breath too deeply. It hurt.

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There were things wrong with him. Physically, but not only physically. Maybe everything was wrong with him. He ignored it; he could ignore everything for Reese.

He sunk to his knees beside her, gripping her hand, making sure not to disrupt Elliot. Maybe it was a bad idea for him to be touching her, but Reese needed to feel something.

She was talking about orchids and it didn't make sense, she was talking like Del again and he had to make sure she wouldn't leave.

"Reese, stay," there was nothing in his voice but steel determination, and he searched for eye contact, trying to get her to focus. "I'm here too. You need to stay." He was repeating things, but he needed to, he needed to be solid, so she could hold on. He wouldn't apologize now, or say anything else. It wouldn't help her.

"Tell me what to do," he wasn't sure who he was directing the question to, but he had to know. He had to be useful.

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"We have to get her back to the clinic," Elliot said. "First, I'm going to wrap this up, try and prevent any more bleeding. If we yank it out here..." It'd be like yanking a plug out of a bathtub. A bathtub full of blood.

"I'm going to get the spear out of the ground first. Just keep breathing slow. Try to keep your eyes open." What'd she call the Terminator? Austin? Huh. The whole situation was weird, extremely weird, but Elliot had worked at Sacred Heart and that place basically crapped all over weird and went straight into the realm of crazy, so she could deal