Lucas' eyes fluttered open and he realized he was staring at the ceiling of the science lab. His head felt normal again, but everything was eerily silent. Where was Kat? She had been here he'd seen her.
He sat up, blinking heavily. He looked to his right and saw the one thing he feared the most: Katya, lying on the floor, not moving. He scrambled to his knees and was beside her in a second.
"Kat…" he whispered, seeing the blood from the wounds to her lip and head. "What happened to you?" She was breathing he could see that much. The doors to the lab were closed. Quickly, he picked her up in his arms. He had to get her out of here.
He kicked open the doors to the lab and rushed down the hall. It wasn't far to med bay from here, and his adrenaline drove him the entire way. He rushed into the room, Kat in his arms.
"Doctor Westphalen!" he screamed. They all turned to see Lucas standing there, holding Katya, blood on his shirt, his face pale.
"Good God Lucas! What's happened?" she cried.
Ben, who was there to check on Miguel and Jason, rushed over and quickly pulled Katya from his arms, carrying her to a bed and laying her down.
"I don't know! I went to check on her after you found Jason, and my head was killing me. I made it to the science lab; she was asking me what had happened before she came here! It's all I remember! I think I passed out, because I woke up and she was lying on the floor like this!"
He watched as the Doctor and her team assessed Katya. "She's got a head wound, from the state of her pupils it looks like she's got a concussion as well. It looks like someone hit her, hard, but other than that she looks okay," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's the fact that she's lost consciousness that worries me. We'll have to watch her."
Lucas put a hand out to steady himself against a table. He still wasn't all the way stable himself, and the extra exertion he'd just put forth hadn't helped him. Someone helped him to a bed he wasn't sure whom. He lay down and was quickly asleep.
When he awoke again, it was silent in the room. He turned his head to the left, seeing Katya laying there, a bandage on her head and hooked to a machine that was monitoring her vital signs.
He rolled off of the bed and walked over to where she lay. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her, stroking her hair softly. "It will be okay Kat, you'll be okay." He took her hand in his, and was stunned as he watched a replay of her ordeal.
He watched everything before dropping her hand. "Oh my God," he whispered. "You knew, you figured it out, you destroyed it." He tentatively touched her hand again, but nothing happened. "Katya, none of what was said was true, none of it. I hope you know that," he said softly.
Nothing answered him but the incessant beeping of the machine. She'd gone through so much; she was in this state with those words in her ears. Did she know that it was all lies? He could only hope so. He looked around the room at three of his friends, all of them hurt.
But Katya had saved them all.