[ Gunfire clatters beyond the door of the exam room that encloses them. The sound deters her from leaning into the comfort of his touch, which the mask makes impersonal, anyway. And there will be time for that later. Her head whips in the direction of the gunfire, alert. Afraid.
She can't help. The treatment of the past several days has ensured that. Staying conscious is all she has, and that's tenuous. The adrenaline of uncertainty keeps her awake and not much else. He can't help much with her in his arms either. ]
Hurry. I don't know how many there are. [ A lot, though. She's sussed that much. ]
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She can't help. The treatment of the past several days has ensured that. Staying conscious is all she has, and that's tenuous. The adrenaline of uncertainty keeps her awake and not much else. He can't help much with her in his arms either. ]
Hurry. I don't know how many there are. [ A lot, though. She's sussed that much. ]