Bones scrunched his eyes up tight, clutching at his head and desperately biting down the urge to vomit.
He felt his mouth beginning to salivate, a familiar tingling sensation pattering across his jaw. He attempted to breathe deeply through his nose but the dusty air only served to aggravate his body further.
And suddenly he felt bile rising in his throat, the horrible tang of vomit biting his tongue.
It took Bones a full two minutes to get his body under control and even after he did, the effort left him shaking and breathing rapidly.
Walking was definitely out. Bones concluded, taking measured breaths in through his nose and releasing them past barely parted lips.
So if simply walking to Jim wasn't an option, how was he going to get there? He wouldn't be able to crawl, he knew he just wasn't physically capable of that.
'Perhaps.' An idea blossomed. If he used the debris as support, he could shuffle his way over. He wouldn't have to stand up all the way, and he wouldn't have to make it very far. Just far enough.
With a grunt of effort, Bones got his quaking legs beneath him, gripping a nearby remnant of a wall or ceiling or, something, desperately, knuckles paling. Then, painfully slow, he began to inch his way to where he'd glimpsed that tuft of hair.
It took a long time, a lot longer than Bones had expected, and zapped nearly all his energy. When he was finally able to see Jim's body though, the site shot a rush of fear and adrenaline through his heart, elevating his heart rate and blood pressure.
Jim was unconscious, that much he'd already been aware. What he hadn't known and had been nowhere near prepared for was the massive slab of concrete laying atop Jim's legs, stopping just above the knee.
Bones had no way of knowing how much damage had already been inflicted. Modern medicine was a magical thing but if the damage was too severe he might not be able to fix it. He was a doctor not a damn magician. No matter how much Bones didn't want to think about it, amputation was certainly a possibility. Thinking about Jim like that, the words Jim and double amputee in the same sentence, brought about another bought of nausea, his head spinning.
'Don't get ahead of yourself.' He chastised. After all, he didn't yet know the extent of the damage; there was a chance it wasn't irreparable.
'We're gonna get out of this.' Bones thought to himself, eyes narrowed, focused on his goal, mouth drawn in a thin line. 'We have to.'
A/N: First of all, thanks to everyone that has favorited, followed and reviewed this story so far! Second, sorry my updates are always so short, this story is coming in small spurts of ideas and energy. Last, I had originally intended for Bones to actually reach Jim in this chapter because that's where the story will actually pick up, but alas it was not meant to be. Stay tuned, I'll continue to work on this and post as soon as I am able! Thanks again, until next time!