A voice hissed in Steve's ear. "Steve. Steve! Wake up!"
I know that voice.
The warden's eyes snapped open and he tried to stretch, only to find that he couldn't move. He panicked for a second, before realising he was pinned beneath a fallen workstation, effectively paralysing him. He looked about him. He was half sitting, half lying in a pool of blood, which Steve hoped wasn't his own. Then the voice whispered again and he turned to his left, a sharp pain stabbing through his arm as he did so. By his side was Dr Grant.
"Doc… What are…" He managed through swollen lips.
Grant ignored the attempted question and struggled with the table, somehow managing to slide it off Steve's body as the warden grunted in pain. Steve opened his mouth to thank him but no sound came out.
With an almost superhuman effort, the young warden attempted to stand up and was pleasantly surprised when he managed it, albeit in a slightly wonky fashion. Grant placed his hand on Steve's undamaged shoulder and gently steered him out of the broken floor-to-ceiling window and down several flights of stairs. Eventually, they were back in the dining hall.
Steve was losing blood fast and was barely conscious as Grant half carried him out of the rear door. The warden vaguely registered being placed on the back seat of an explorer jeep next to another casualty and heard the vehicle starting up. When he woke up again he was being lifted into a helicopter. He noticed Dr Grant out of the corner of his eye, sitting opposite him in between the two kids.
"Doc… I… owe you… one." Steve rasped. As the helicopter lifted off, leaving the remnants of Jurassic Park far below, Grant smiled.
"Evens." He said softly.