She chuckles through her pain. "Besides taking me captive? No, thank the Lord."
"He's stirring!" a surgeon stitching one of Darin's wounds calls out.
"Well goddamn it, give him more then!" a second replies.
A tiny vial is raised to Darin's lips. He squirms slightly. Half-conscious, he calls out a single name before being pulled back into the black by the medicine.
"Arthur Hornraven…"
You rush over to his side, nudging a surgeon out of the way and dropping to your knees in front of him. You clasp his hands in your own.