Even though he can feel his bloodied shirt sticking to his skin, even though he wants to curl into himself with the pain, he stays where he is. He doesn't feel lightheaded or any shakier than he'd expect considering what just happened. Only the pain, and he's had a lot of experience dealing with that. He can hold her a little longer, let her cry it out. To be honest, he doesn't exactly want to let go of her for his own sake, either. Not with how close he came to losing her.

But the stab wound and the aftermath of the last few minutes aren't things that he can ignore too long. He needs to call CTU, tell them that Laitanan is dead so they can start working other leads. He needs to get checked out by CTU medical, make sure it's just a flesh wound, that something isn't going to appear later.

Suddenly, he realizes there's an option other than CTU. One that will buy them some time.

"Renee?" he asks, once he thinks her sobs are starting to lessen, "Listen to me. When you went in the bar an hour ago, what door did you use?"