She ran, slamming in to walls, hurtling down corridor after corridor, but it always stayed behind her. Several times she thought she'd lost it and would crumple to the floor, gasping. But all too soon those stumbling footsteps could be heard once more. Again, she'd haul herself up from the cold metal floor and run, her heart pumping furiously in her head.
"How long had she been running?" An hour maybe? She couldn't go on much longer, she very much doubted whether she'd be able to get up the next time she fell to the floor. Her body ached, her ankles were weak, and her head spun. Was that light in the distance? Filled with new hope she ran faster. The footsteps had faded. Nearly there now.
"Ouch" John's eyes shot open, his hand clutching his head, scanning the room for his attacker.
"Oh…" It had been Elizabeth. Her hand was clawing at the air where his head had been, her fingers itching to touch him again, but restrained by the belts. He glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed, but her face kept changing; looks of horror, exhaustion and agony passed quickly, occasionally she'd mumble something or gasp suddenly.
John hated seeing her like this; so obviously in pain, though nothing he could do. She bit her lip, teeth pressing down upon her skin. Her eyes flashed open, a look of sheer terror across her face. For a few moments her green eyes shone, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her teeth pressed down harder on her lip, they were almost white now with the pressure. Abruptly, Elizabeth relaxed, total calm took over her. John looked on in horror as blood started pouring from the fresh gashes on her lips. Picking up his radio, he decided he couldn't do this alone.
"C-Carson?"
There was a few seconds of silence before he replied.
"Sheppard?" said the Scott, obviously waking from sleep.
"Can you come down to the hospital?"
"Certainly, why-" he began, "Elizabeth? Is she ok?" he asked urgently, now woken up fully.
"Not really. Just get down here now"
