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Owen was drifting in and out of consciousness now. The blood loss and pain started to take a heavy toll on him, and he wasn't quite sure how long he was able to hold on before he would lose consciousness indefinitely.

"Indominus…?" Owen asked in one of his conscious moments.
Barry shook his head. "Still out there".
"She must… be…. destroyed" Owen said with a great effort.
"I know" Barry answered, "we tried everything already. About the only thing that is left is bombing the island when it has been completely evacuated".
"Let nature… have its course" Owen said, now looking right at Barry. A strange twinkle had appeared in his eyes.
"What are you on about?" Barry asked, clearly not understanding.
"He means you need more teeth to defend the Indominus" Gray suddenly said. Barry looked surprised at the child, for he himself had not understood what Owen meant.
"More teeth?" he repeated.
"T-Rex" Gray said as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

Finally Barry understood what Owen's plan was.
"You mean to set the T-Rex loose on the island as well?!" he blurted out incredulously.
"The park's gone to the dogs anyway" Zach piped up, "what does one more dinosaur matter?"
Barry shrugged. "Well…." He was clearly not convinced yet.
"The T-Rex is the only one who has a shot… against the Indominus" Owen spoke slowly and with great effort, "set it loose…"
Barry was speechless for a full minute, but finally seemed to reach the conclusion that Owen's plan was the only reasonable thing that was left to do right now.
"Ah, merde!" he cursed under his breath.

Barry rose to his feet and moved over to the window that separated them from Claire.
"Drop me off at the resort" he said to her.
"What? Why?!" Claire asked as if he were crazy. Barry sighed deeply to assemble his courage.
"I am going to release the T-Rex".
"Are you out of your mind?!" Claire was completely shocked by the plan.
"I must be" Barry answered, "but we don't have much choice".

Owen did not speak again after he had made Gray that promise. He simply lay on his side on the floor of the truck. He was hearing, but not really listening. He heard Barry speak to Claire, and Zach comforting Gray, but he did not register what was being said.

"Shouldn't we keep pressure on that?" Zach indicated Owen's wounds, which were still bleeding.
"It's better that we do, but…" Barry began. Zach's words, however, had made it into Owen's mind and he interrupted Barry mid-sentence. .
"If any of you touch that wound without sedating me into oblivion first… I swear to God, I will kill you all". Owen mumbled the words, but both Barry and Zach had heard it.
"Alright, easy" Barry raised his hands in apology, "I wish we had something here that I could give you for the pain, but everything in here is for animals".
"So?" Owen slurred.
"Well, I don't want to kill you just yet. Hold on a little but longer" Barry carefully placed a hand on Owen's shoulder, "we'll get you to a medic who will most certainly be able to sedate you into oblivion". Owen smiled weakly at Barry's remark, before slumbering back into his state of semi-consciousness.

"We're nearly at the resort!" Claire said over her shoulder after they had driven for a while.
"Drop me off at the main entrance to the hotel" Barry said. The tension was clear in his voice, the realization of what he was about to do was strong. He could very well be killed…

Claire stopped the truck at the place Barry had indicated.
"Drive straight to the docks" he said to her, "don't look around and don't come back for me".
"But how will we know that you survived?" Claire asked.
"If I do, I'll find my way back to you" Barry answered. Claire opened her mouth to say something, but was not able to find her voice. In the end she closed her mouth again without uttering a single word.
"Good" Barry said, minutely touching her shoulder as a soothing gesture, "take care of Owen, make sure he is alright".
"I will" Claire whispered back.

Barry climbed out of the truck and shut the door behind him. Claire drove off the moment the door fell closed. She kept looking at Barry via one of the side mirrors, until a turn in the road took him out of her view.
Barry was watching Claire disappear from his view too. Perhaps it was the last time that either of them saw each other…

It was another thirty minute drive from the resort to the docks, but Claire made it in just under twenty.

Heavily armed troopers from the remaining members of Asset Containment were stationed all around the harbour, to try and defend the guests and other survivors in case the Indominus attacked here.
One of the troopers waved a flashlight at Claire when she raced in their direction.
"Ms. Dearing" the trooper said when Claire stopped the truck right next to him, "I'm sorry, I did not recognize you. Please, drive straight ahead and at the end at your right. You'll find shelter there, and food and water".
"Thank you" Claire said sincerely, "but what I really need is a medic. Quick. I bring a wounded".
"I'll alert them" the trooper said and immediately reached for his radio, "drive ahead, they'll be awaiting you there".

Claire drove in the direction the trooper had indicated and stopped at the end of the small street in front of one of the hangars.
Sure enough, a few white-clad men immediately approached her when she stepped out of the truck.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" one of the medics asked her, looking Claire straight into the eyes.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine" Claire said and waved their concern away, "it's my friend, he is injured".

Claire walked around the truck and opened the back doors.
The medics immediately pushed her gently out of the way. Two of them entered the truck and turned their attention to Owen, while a third medic ushered Zach and Gray out and took them inside for further assessment.
Claire had not actually seen Owen's wounds yet, but was now faced with the full extent of it. She watched him lie, broken and defeated, on the floor of the truck, wading in a still growing pool of his own blood. The tears she had been trying to hold back for a long time, came spilling freely now. And Claire knew they would continue to do so for a long time.

Owen felt the vehicle stop moving and he could hear voices outside. Suddenly the doors of the truck opened and he could feel the cool night air wash over him.
People were now kneeling down next to him, asking him questions and touching his arms and shoulders. Oh, how he wished they stopped touching him! Couldn't they imagine that every single movement hurt him?!

"Sir, what is your name?" Owen managed to focus his gaze on the man kneeling next to him. It clearly was a doctor, judging from the white coat and the stethoscope hanging around the man's neck.
"Owen" he answered softly.
"Alright, Owen" the doctor said, "can you tell me what happened to you?"
"I… I got run over by Charlie… uhm… a Velociraptor" Owen managed to say with difficulty. He still had trouble keeping his focus on one thing for longer then 30 seconds, before unconsciousness was already trying to pull him under again.
"Can you tell me where you are?" the doctor asked.
"Isla Nublar" Owen said.
"And the date?" the doctor continued.
"August 16th". Owen was getting a little fed up with the questions by now.
"I'm sorry, it's protocol I ask you these things" the doctor said. He had probably heard the chagrin in Owen's weak voice.

Another doctor had taken place on Owen's other side and was carefully studying the wound.
"Approximately 10 inch laceration, stretching from the shoulder blades to halfway down the back. Depth is about 3,5 inches, possibly deeper at some points. Bleeding and soft tissue damage is substantial. Condition of muscles and tendons is unknown for now". The doctor was giving the report to his colleague as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Owen, just one more question" the doctor facing him said to Owen, "tell me how you feel".
Owen took his time answering this question. "Foggy" he finally said, "weak… cold… agonized… scared". The last word was barely more than a hoarse whisper.
"Okay, don't worry" the doctor said, "you're going to be alright, we'll take care of you".
Owen stared up at the doctor with pain-filled, blue eyes. "Please…"he breathed out, before sliding away into unconsciousness again.