A steel cage door silently opened. Finn looked up from the fetal position she was lying in. She looked at the shadow of a person that walked in, thinking, "I don't have the strength to fight anymore. If they're going to kill me, I hope they make it quick." But a face appeared, and it was the boy from the other day. "I told you I would help you," he said quietly. "Well, I only half believed it myself… Really didn't think I could trust anyone here," Finn replied. She got up stiffly, wincing as her broken ribs throbbed in pain. "Look, I'm not going to be able to use much of my biotics. Do you have a gun or anything?". The boy handed her what looked to be a shabbily made assault rifle. "This was all I was able to take from the guards," he said. "Well," Finn said, "It'll have to do. Good work."
XX
"The exist is just over this way." They had been walking for the good part of an hour, a bit slower then they would have liked, Finn was having trouble standing upright, but the thought of home was pushing her onward. "Here!" the boy said excitedly, "I told you that we'd make it!" The next moment though, a guard appeared behind him. Before Finn could say anything, he had stabbed the boy in the middle, ripping his sword out and killing him instantly. Finn didn't hesitate; she quickly shot the guard, spraying bullets into his body. This attracted the attention of others, she could hear shouting in another room. With her heart in her throat, she ran past the two bodies, knowing that there was nothing she could do to help the kind boy who saved her.
XX
As Finn was dialing up the address to Atlantis, she felt like she was in a dream. The feelings of pain, thirst, hunger, and sadness were so strong in her mind that she could swear she was already dead. When a voice from the Gate called out "identification, please", she didn't even have the energy to reply, and stumbled forward, and fell, travelling through the Gate without identifying herself.
XX
"Let them through," Elizabeth called out. "That address is the one that we have a possible lead on being the gang's location, but still, stand ready to fire." Several marines were posted around the Gate, and had their P-90's aimed. The Gate opened and closed just as quickly. They relaxed their weapons at the sight before them, but still were tense with shock. Finn was there, but she was lying on her side, and they weren't sure if she was dead or alive.
"Oh my god", Elizabeth gasps as she sees Finn lying there. She rushed over to her, shouting out an order to the infirmary over her earpiece to get a medical team there right away.
XX
As Finn was being tended to in the infirmary, Carson got a call on his earpiece. "What is it?" he asked, sounding depressed and hollow. "It's Finn, she's here, she alive", the nurse told him. That got him to his feet as he made his way to the infirmary. "But she's hurt, and we need you down here." "I'm already on my way", he replied, breathless.
XX
Finn was in bad shape when she first got there. She had several broken and bruised ribs, had a serious gash above her eye from when she fell, and was severely dehydrated and starved. The infirmary was a whirlwind, with IVs being stuck into Finn, blood tests were hurriedly issued, and scans were ordered for her ribs. They had spent the whole day getting her body back to a somewhat normal equilibrium, with quite a few tense moments.
But it was nighttime now, and things have finally calmed down. Carson dismissed a few of the nurses who had been called earlier, the infirmary was empty except for Finn, and he wanted some time alone to collect his thoughts.
The thought of someone touching his wife like that, beating her black and blue, made him angry. He never wanted to kill anyone in his life before, but the thought of someone hurting his wife made the idea of murder seem acceptable. He tried to calm himself for the moment though, and distracted himself by looking at her vital signs. They were strong and steady, and from what he could tell, she was in no pain. That thought relaxed him a bit.
As he watched her sleep, he sat down in a nearby chair and began to softly stroke her hair, relief flooding over him that she was okay. After a couple minutes of this, she slowly began to wake up. She looked confused, taking in her surroundings, and then realized she was in the infirmary, relaxed. "Carson", she said with a sleepy smile, and held her arms out for a hug. He hugged back tightly, but mindful of her IVs and broken ribs. "Finley," he sighed, "You have no idea how much I missed you."