Donald walked along with Red and Sandra while the threat from last night still echoed in his mind. Reddington wanted him dead as soon as possible. So, what was he supposed to do about this, and how could he convince Sandra to go along with him? It was evident that she had taken a liking to Reddington because of his actions last night. Now, instead of walking a few feet behind them, she would lend herself as a human crutch to Reddington by letting him hold his arm over her shoulders to keep himself upright without having to use the cane.

Ressler's only plan was that he could knock Reddington off of his feet. With that injured leg of his, Donald doubted that he would be able to get up quickly enough to stop him, and he knew that Red would never be able to run after him. The only problem was that he'd have to wait until Sandra had left his side. He didn't want to hurt the girl by accident. By why would she not offer her assistance to Red anymore?

An hour passed before his first chance appeared when Sandra mentioned that she needed a restroom. Reddington told her to go behind the bushes and that they would wait for her to return. He leaned on his cane as Sandra slipped out from under his arm and walked away from them.

Ressler waited anxiously until she had come back out. Before she got to them, he slammed his shoulder as hard as he could against Reddington. With a yelp, the criminal fell to the dirt and held back a howl of pain. Sandra stared in shock as Donald dropped to the ground and leaned back to where he could grab the pocket knife that had fallen out of Reddington's pocket. He opened it and cut through the bandages as quickly as possible.

Red made a mad grab for him and caught his arm. Donald swung a little harder than he meant to and hit Reddington across the jaw. The criminal fell back, and Donald jumped to his feet. He grabbed Sandra by the wrist and started pulling her away.

"Come on!" He said loudly as she held back. She stared at the man laying on the ground in pain. Donald tugged at her again, but she wouldn't move. In fact, she had started pulling back.

"He's hurt!" She yelled angrily. She pulled out of his grasp before rushing to Reddington's side. Red turned his face away from her as if ashamed. It took a moment for Donald to realize why. The fall had snapped his already sprained ankle which meant that he would no longer be able to get around on his own. If they left him here like this, he would die.

Ressler chewed on the inside of his jaw as he contemplated his actions. Sandra would never leave Reddington to die, and Ressler couldn't make her. He could take Red along with them, but that would run the risk of Reddington getting the upper hand once again. That would ultimately lead to Ressler's death. He looked at the situation in a different light. Despite everything that Reddington did, he was a human, and Donald would never sleep easily ever again if he had left a human to die out in the wilderness.

Donald took a deep breath before stepping forward and saying, "Alright, let's see what we can do." He dropped down to his knees next to the criminal. He looked down at the ankle which was turned at an odd angle and ignored the glare he was getting from Reddington.

"Don't touch me." Red growled drawing the younger man's attention to his face. He looked calm but Donald could see the anger rising in his eyes. "I don't need help." He added causing Donald to glance at the broken ankle.

"You're shitting me, right?"

"Sandra," Reddington said with a smile as he turned his gaze to the young girl. "Would you mind helping me up?" He asked in a kind tone as he held his hand out for the girl to take. She glanced between the two men, but made no move to help him to his feet. Reddington's smile fell. "Sandra?"

"It doesn't take a genius to see that your ankle is broken." Donald commented getting a glare from Red.

"I would hope not. Otherwise, you would never be able to see it, agent Ressler." Red replied coldly giving Donald another nasty look.

"Just hold still and I can set your ankle." Donald stated reaching for the bag of supplies. He pulled out the bandages and a box of tongue depressor. Ressler stared at the box and raised an eyebrow. "What the hell did you bring these for?" He asked and Red huffed a sound of annoyance.

"I was in a hurry." He stated through gritted teeth. "I grabbed what I could." He added causing Donald to shrug. Ressler opened the box and pulled out several of the flimsy items. He used the bandages to bind them together until they were strong enough to make a splint. He moved for Red's foot only to have the criminal pull it away from him.

"Hey!"

"I said don't touch me." Red said with a sneer. "Don't!" He yelled when Donald moved forward and grabbed onto his leg above the injury.

"You don't get a choice in this." Donald stated and Reddington huffed but stayed still. He knew that he wasn't getting away this time, and there was no point in trying. Donald gave him a look as if questioning if he was going to try to move again. When Red looked away, Donald took that as a 'no'.

Ressler gently pulled the shoe off of Reddington's foot but still heard him make a sound of pain. His ankle had swollen a good bit which would make it near impossible to get the shoe back on. Ressler pulled the sock off before he paused.

"This is going to hurt." Donald stated getting an annoyed look from Red.

"It already hurts, Donald." Red replied making 'Donald' sound like a synonym for 'idiot'. Ressler didn't doubt that in Reddington's book, it was. Now, he didn't feel bad for what he was about to do. He held onto Red's foot before moving it back into place causing Red to give a yell of pain.

"Sorry,"

"No, you're not."

"You're right, I'm not." Donald stated with a smirk. He put the two splints in place before wrapping the bandages around them tightly to secure the break. He stood and held his hand out for Reddington. He glared when Red just grabbed his cane instead and struggled to push himself up without disturbing his ankle.

Ressler grabbed the bag of supplies and watched as Red tried to walk. He would have his foot nearly on the ground before opting to just make a small jump for a step. Ressler exchanged a look with Sandra.

"You take his left. I'll take the right." Donald stated and she nodded.

"What?" Reddington asked looking over his shoulder. "Hey!" He yelled when Ressler grabbed the cane and yanked it away from him. Before Red could fall over, Ressler grabbed onto him and held him upright. Sandra went to the other side to help support him. With a bit of difficulty, the three started moving forward on the path again.

"I hate you." Red muttered as he glared at Ressler who just smirked back.

"Well, too bad. You're stuck with me."