Weller startles awake to a world of darkness and pain, shivering and confused. Despite the excruciating heat in his shoulder he tries to sit up; only to find that his right wrist is cuffed to the floor, which then brings everything flooding back all at once.

The fire, Roman, the knife protruding from the back of his left shoulder. A near future that involves probable torture and possible death.

However, as he regains his bearings, Weller realizes that the vehicle isn't moving anymore, that the jolt that brought him back to consciousness was probably the truck stopping. Which could be a good sign, maybe an indication that the plan they had come up with earlier had been put into play despite his own lack of attentiveness.

Less of a positive sign was the rear door rattling open and Roman entering the back of the truck with a pissed off look on his face. Especially since there shouldn't have been anyone close enough to have seen him get abducted earlier and call it in. Which meant that Jane had probably left her safe house and seen him get taken, that she could easily still get outted by Roman at any moment.

"Oh good, you're awake," Roman says as he approaches Weller. "DUI checkpoint. Weird time and place for one though. Seems like a pretty big coincidence to me."

Kurt cringes internally, recognizes that it's a critical moment for his continued survival, for Jane's as well. If Roman thinks she revealed his plan, then both of them were screwed. Roman would likely kill him right now, then move on to target Jane next.

"Unfortunately, that means we're both out of time," Roman states ominously. "If this is a setup then I need to go kill Jane. And if it's not, well, then this is your unlucky day."

With that Roman reaches down and drives the knife further into Kurt before pulling it all the way out. Weller muffles a scream into the floor as the serrated edge tears through his flesh again, fights to retain consciousness as he feels blood start to spill out of his shoulder.

"You should have just long enough to imagine what I'm going to do to Jane before you bleed out," Roman says, grinding his foot into the knife wound for good measure. "Just know that she'll suffer a lot longer than you did."

Weller hollers again in reaction to Roman's boot stomping on his injury, flares of agony resounding throughout his battered body. For a moment he feels his world fade, become fuzzy. But he somehow manages to tune back in as Roman jumps out of the back of the truck.

Kurt feels an instant of relief, knowing his attacker is gone for the moment. But then his mind turns to exactly what Roman had described. That knife, sticking into Jane, blood spilling all over her tattooed skin. The thought makes him try to move, get up to save both of them. But then he remembers he's attached to the truck, couldn't get out even if he wasn't currently bleeding to death.

Weller grunts, tries to calculate how many minutes he has left until there's not enough blood in his body to keep his heart pumping. Would he survive until someone at the checkpoint notices that the truck isn't moving up in the line? Unlikely. But it's his best hope now that he messed up the entire plan by playing right into Roman's hands. Because his only other hope is the one person that shouldn't be anywhere close to there.

Kurt feels the strength draining out of his body, closes his eyes and rests his head on the cold metal flooring. Again, all he can see in his mind's eye is Jane in Roman's hands and he wants to scream in anguish but doesn't even have the energy to express his desperation.

He likely only has minutes to live but the one worry that occupies his mind is her. Even as he feels the dark slide back in, Weller struggles against it. He needs to stay awake in case someone finds him and he can get a warning out to Jane, let her know that Roman's coming for her again. Even though the only person that's remotely likely to find him is Jane herself, running straight into trouble like always.

But reality slips away quickly as the blood soaks his clothing, pools underneath him. Kurt is weak and shaky, barely holding on to the edge of consciousness when he hears the back doors open again and he freezes in fear, irrationally thinking that it must be Roman returning to finish the job.

But the footsteps that enter the truck are familiar, even through the dense haze in his mind. And the voice that follows is the one he hears in his dreams. Although Jane being there right now is a nightmare, fills him with dread.

"No no no," Jane says, her voice dripping with worry.

No no no, Kurt thinks in reply. Roman is probably still out there watching and now it was Jane who would be caught unawares because of his mistake. She shouldn't be there, was supposed to be at her safe house with a full security detail. Although of course that was never going to happen.

He wants to shout out, tell her to get to safety even though it's already too late. But when Weller tries to turn his head and say something his body doesn't respond to either of those commands. All he can do is lie motionless, facedown in his own blood while she kneels down next to him and starts to press down on his wound.

"Oh my god, Kurt," she breathes into his ear. "You're going to be okay. Stay awake for me please. It's really important, okay?"

Weller tries again to turn his head towards her and this time manages to shift just a bit, open his eyes half way as the burn in his shoulder intensifies, makes him lose his breath for a moment.

"Jane," he mutters. "Shouldn't be here."

"Yeah well, you shouldn't be bleeding out," Jane replies, her voice panicked and raw. "So it's a damn good thing I am here."

Good point, Kurt thinks just as Jane pushes down even harder on his shoulder. A half grunt, half moan comes out of him, makes him wince at how pathetic he sounds. But the pressure on his wound is shooting searing pain into his every nerve ending, which makes it extremely difficult to control the noises coming out of him.

Jane apologizes as she gently runs a thumb over his forehead. Weller thinks she says something about the hospital too but all he feels is her worried touch against his brow.

She shouldn't be sorry for something that's entirely his fault. She had told him this would happen, was now in more danger because of his carelessness.

"No, I'm sorry," Weller slurs, feeling his eyes close and his head loll with the effort of speaking. "I screwed up."

"No," Jane pleads, putting more pressure onto his wound, making him yelp as another roar of pain floods his senses. "No sorries, Weller. And no closing your eyes, okay?"

Dimly Kurt hears her asking him to stay with her, does his best to comply with her request. But the cold is seeping further into him and he feels himself start to shiver uncontrollably, lose energy with every breath. Every second it's harder to force his eyes open, the grey constantly pulling at him.

Vaguely he hears Zapata's voice, worried and shouting about his condition. Weller's first instinct is to ridiculously try and argue that he's okay but he doesn't manage to get anything out. He's still struggling for words when he feels some minor relief from his wrist being released from the handcuff, his torso covered with something warm. He even feels Tasha unexpectedly take his hand and grip it reassuringly, which was not a good sign. She wouldn't be showing that kind of emotion unless he was in really bad shape.

The truth is, Weller already knows things are looking bleak for him, can see how much blood he's lost. So it's a really good thing when he feels the truck engine start to rumble, because he needs to get to the ER soon or he's not going to make it. Yet with his team there he feels a sense of comfort, knows that he will be alright.

Kurt tries to focus and nod as Zapata tells him to stay awake for Jane, then Jane herself pleads with him too. Even though he's exhausted and the idea of closing his eyes sounds incredibly inviting, he knows he can manage it for her. If Jane needs him to stay awake then he's going to do it, despite the luring call of the abyss.

"Trying," Weller grunts softly. "For you."

Jane murmurs encouraging words into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. But even through the icy shadow of shock the pain in his shoulder continues to be excruciating. Kurt moans again, knows he doesn't have much left in him.

"Sorry, Jane," he murmurs. "M'tired."

He strains to keep his eyes open for just another moment before they slam shut on him despite his effort. The wavy edges of consciousness start closing in on him and he pushes against it but try as he might, he can't keep his eyelids raised.

"It's okay, Kurt," Jane says soothingly. "You can stop fighting it and rest now. We're almost at the hospital, I'll keep you safe until we're there."

He hears her words through the haze, revels in the permission to stop struggling against the inevitable. Weller lets his eyes close, his head sink into the metal floor; feels such solace in Jane's closeness despite the pain she's inflicting on him. He should be dead, would be if she ever listened to his instructions. But instead he's secure in her hands, somehow feels completely safe as she leans over, glances her lips against his brow.