The oblong yellow orbits spun faster and faster in front of him. The Lorenz attractor model– he saw the butterfly every time. With a single flap of the most delicate wings known to man, a tornado appeared in Texas or a typhoon appear over Australia's north coast. A chaotic solution; deterministic; non-linear; space.

The yellow began to bleed from his vision and strong white lights overwhelmed his sight. People pulling open his eyelids, speaking a language that was not his own. As far as he knew, his body was gone. Unfeeling. Yet there it was, clammy and splayed out beneath him. His left leg was hidden from view by towels, tubes, machines and other people. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he couldn't recall at that moment how to speak, how to ask for help.

Ian remembered the rain, buckets and buckets of rain mixing with blood. He jerked as he remembered the injury, the moment he had seen the white crest of the bone peak from the tip of his knee and the blood spilling from his leg. A plastic mask was promptly held to his face, and he saw his breath condense into moisture against it. Yellow oblongs. He thought as he eyes rolled backwards.

The next time he awoke, he found himself in an excessively cushioned bed with his leg in a thick cast. At least it was still there. The plump nurse in the room with him was adjusting the machines off to his left. Groggily, he smiled at her, eyes bulging like he was young again. She had a very attractive face. She returned his lazy smile before turning away to her notes.

As the effects of the anesthetic wore off, Ian remembered more and more of the seemingly ordinary circumstances that had gotten him here. A meeting over lunch with a correspondent of Hammond's, which escalated quickly to him agreeing to board a helicopter to Costa Rica, the innocent all-terrain tour, the unbelievable biological abnormalities, and the unimaginable released force which brought him here.

"Ian Malcolm?" A thickly accented voice addressed him. "Ian Malcolm?"

He nodded slowly.

"You've been injured. You're in San Jose, Costa Rica. You're in a hospital. Do you understand?"

He nodded again.

"My name is Doctor Rojas. You've experienced a Bumper fracture to your left leg. We've realigned the knee and inserted plating to the tibia. Do you understand?"

Ian remained still, digesting the information. Remembering how it happened. He was running in the moments before the impact, reptilian goliath in pursuit. He remembered the feeling of the beast's flesh against his own as it threw him into the thatched structure and the uncertainty of whether or not it had torn his leg from his torso. The pain had been so great it seemed plausible. He remained still under rushes, listening to Gennaro's helpless screams, paralyzed by both pain and fear until the gargantuan hunter moved on.

The blood; the bone. He had removed his belt and tightened until the feeling in his leg dulled. He forced the buckle through the leather until it formed a new notch with which to secure itself. He then permitted himself to rest. Ellie and Muldoon had found him then, and not long after the Rex was back. The journey to the safety of the bunker and the experiences within it seemed almost dreamlike – he had Dr. Sattler's questionably prepared morphine to thank for that he supposed.

"Mr. Malcolm? Ian?"

"I understand." He croaked and swallowed. He had so many questions to ask. "My … kids … do they know?"

"We've contacted Mrs. Malcolm in Santa Fe, yes."

Which one? He thought sardonically. Ian would have rolled his eyes, but they ached enough as it was. "And the others in my party … are alright?"

"They're responding well yes." Dr. Rojas' eyes were obscured by the glare reflecting off of his round glasses. His thick mustache gave him the air of a particular urban marsupial Ian was well used to shooing away from his garbage bins. "You'll be flown to Los Angeles in a few days once your clear of any fever or infection." Ian nodded stiffly and Rojas departed the room.

The nurse returned promptly with her clipboard. "Eees there anything I can geeet you sir?"

Malcolm managed a snort, "Yeah, a legal team."