[It doesn't look bad. As bullet wounds go, it's small, in a favourable position. If it was bad, he wouldn't even be able to stand, move - the muscles in his stomach wouldn't allow it, too damaged to hold him upright. But it still looks terrible, because it's Derek, because he shouldn't have a bullet wound in his side.
She doesn't say so. She shakes her head.]
There's nothing else.
[It might not be true. She doesn't have her comms on her. But it doesn't matter, she isn't leaving him alone like this.]
I'll take you. [She steps into his uninjured side, lifting his arm over her shoulders, still holding onto his hand.] Come on.
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She doesn't say so. She shakes her head.]
There's nothing else.
[It might not be true. She doesn't have her comms on her. But it doesn't matter, she isn't leaving him alone like this.]
I'll take you. [She steps into his uninjured side, lifting his arm over her shoulders, still holding onto his hand.] Come on.