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Desmond had convinced Cassidy to let her tell Ingrid. He had warned Cassidy that if she really didn't want to die here, she'd let him tell one person who must have some kind of first-aid experience. And one person, out of anybody, who would be the most likely to help her, would be Ingrid. And Cassidy had kind-of agreed, in a drowsy way that told him he had to move fast. So he had left, and he had taken his gun before he did so, ignoring the surprised comment from Cassidy...
...but Desmond freezes, standing in the corridor. Jean's door is half-open, yet when he looks inside nobody's there. Cassidy, leaning against him, cranes her neck to look behind Desmond, and the blood draining from her face is all the confirmation he needs. The person behind him doesn't get the chance to start running before Desmond's picked up Cassidy and sprinting towards the direction of the dining hall. He runs past the dining hall and makes a beeline for the courtyard, and he thinks the footsteps are starting to fade by the time he's in the Tree Room. The door shuts behind him, and Desmond nearly trips over something on the ground. Some kind of...game console?
"Yes, I missed this!" Cassidy tries to reach for it on the floor, only for her to suddenly cry out in pain.
"Don't move, just - just let me get you to the Pharmacy, and I can fix you up-"
He cuts himself off, turning to look behind him. Did he just hear footsteps? Is he still being followed? As quietly as he can, Desmond swiftly heads over to the pharmacy, listening out to any more strange.
"You're not fixing me up." she says quietly, looking up at him. "I just need-"
"You don't need a gun." Desmond finds the hospital room, lying her down on one of the beds. The smell of blood's overpowering now, some of her blood on his clothes, but he holds himseof together enough to reassure her. "And I can figure something out. I have to."
.Wordlessly, Cassidy lifts up her blood stained shirt high enough to expose her stomach. The blood staining her skin is not the worst part - it's the injury itself. It's deeper than the shallow cuts he's ever received during hunting accidents, where a few stitches and a bandage were good enough to fix him up. It's too deep and too wide and there's too much blood, that if Desmond tries to mess around he might end up killing her himself.