Just as soon as one thought clears -- get down, idiot, before he kills you! -- something else happens. She jumps as Lugo hits the picture behind him, glass shattering around his shoulders. She doesn't even register the knife in his throat until he's already on his knees.
She feels mired in molasses when she turns her head to look at Jack -- snap out of it; remember how to treat a field wound -- but he's already moving. He grabs the gun and starts firing, and everything turns to static in her head, ears ringing with the discharge. She fights the urge to cover her ears and hide -- they're coming, find a piece and back him up, damnit! -- but she can't help but flinch.
And when she opens her eyes, it's all over.
Her knees give way as the shock starts to leave her system, just as Jack turns to look at her.
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Date: 2010-02-11 12:27 am (UTC)Just as soon as one thought clears -- get down, idiot, before he kills you! -- something else happens. She jumps as Lugo hits the picture behind him, glass shattering around his shoulders. She doesn't even register the knife in his throat until he's already on his knees.
She feels mired in molasses when she turns her head to look at Jack -- snap out of it; remember how to treat a field wound -- but he's already moving. He grabs the gun and starts firing, and everything turns to static in her head, ears ringing with the discharge. She fights the urge to cover her ears and hide -- they're coming, find a piece and back him up, damnit! -- but she can't help but flinch.
And when she opens her eyes, it's all over.
Her knees give way as the shock starts to leave her system, just as Jack turns to look at her.
She can't return the gaze.