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[plundering]

[Holy shit. Well, that was... kind of hard to follow.]

You're hallucinating? What happened last night?

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Yeah. Not like with the hound. I'm not... mm. [He closes his eyes, even if she can't see, and takes another deep breath, trying to block out the hospital. But he's there. It's not possible to block all of it out.]

I dreamed I was underwater. There were other people there. People from here. People from before. Met Jia Xu. They're trapped here. Something... something about spirals. We're in the corner. We need to get out of the corner.

No! No, please, miss, stay in the corner. I'll fetch a nurse she- [Silence once more.]

I think I'm seeing it. What happened. A plague. They couldn't handle it. I can't handle... I can't read any of their charts, their faces are blurred. I can't tell what's wrong.

[plundering]

[Right, well, Fiona is about ten times more concerned about him than herself now.]

Where are you?

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[There's that delay again as he concentrates on her words, picks them out of the screaming and sobbing, the general melee of the panicked hospital.]

Down by the tunnels. I'll come up. Haurche will keep searching. What happened? Injuries? What are they?

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We'll meet you. It's nothing life-threatening. We're just a little banged up.

[Mostly. Whatever. She's not going to give him a list while he's hallucinating.]

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You called. [He might be hallucinating and having trouble stringing coherent thoughts together with the distraction, Fiona, but he can get that.] It's bad if you called.

[plundering]

It's...

[Ugh. She sighs.]

Beckett lost some blood. I screwed up my arm.

[The Cliffs Notes version.]

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Fluids. Make sure he drinks a lot. Your arm is broken...? Try for a-a sling. Strap it to your body to hold it still.

[plundering]

I don't think it's broken. It's my shoulder. Look, I'll take care of Beckett, okay? Focus on yourself.

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Clean-clean any wounds he has. I have hand sanitizer we can use. Water for now if it's all you've got. [Totally not going to just focus on himself.] I'll meet you. Sorry. I'll meet you soon. There's the house with firewood south... it's south of the clinic.

[He's struggling not to shout over the screaming. That's not here, that's there. John's honestly not sure how far he's going to be able to travel like this. But he'll try.]

[plundering]

[Okay, John. Be stubborn. Fiona sighs.]

Sounds good. We'll meet you there. And, hey... [She pauses, and when she continues her voice is softer and more serious.] Be careful.

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Same. The same for you, Fiona. I'm sorry I'm... I'll be better when we meet. Hoping. Keep warm. Stay safe.