By the time Owen was fed up with the ice pack and had simply decided to ditch it in the nearest trashcan, Claire's condition went from 'not so good' to 'definitely bad'. Sweat was pouring down her face, her forehead and cheeks were red and fresh tears could be seen. Her whole body was trembling and her skin felt clammy under his touch.

She opened her feverish eyes, but the lush green wasn't quite there. Instead, Owen was met with a dull green, almost grey. She didn't seem to be able to focus on him and moved her head aimlessly from side to side.

"Owen?" she asked, her voice so broken it pained Owen and made him want to punch a wall.

"I'm here," he said, trying to sound reassuring, both his hands now holding her small one, as if to protect it from the ugliness and harshness of the world outside.

"Owen…" she was rambling, panic lacing in her voice as her throat constricted every few seconds, showing how difficult it was for her to speak. She was looking right at him but it seemed like she couldn't see him. It was all whimpers and tears for a few minutes, Claire's restless body shaking and rumpling the sheets.

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay Claire, hey look at me," he said as he pressed a button on a console to call the nurse. But it was as if Claire couldn't hear him, as if he was completely transparent. But she did squeeze his hand, so desperately yet so weakly Owen had to hold it so it wouldn't fall out of his grasp.

He squeezed back and was glad to see a glimmer of hope on her confused features. "Owen?" she asked with a little more confidence, her fingers almost scratching at his wrist in her quest to find him, as if he was her only tether in this world, her life line, her anchor.

"Owen… you have to find her." She winced and her breathing became so labored, she had to stop talking for a while. "You… she's all alone…"

Owen immediately felt a pang of guilt. How could Claire know that Maisie had been taken? She wasn't conscious when it happened. "You have to… please… don't let it harm her…" She was crying even harder now and Owen couldn't tell if it was from pain or fear. "I'll be fine, just… go get her…"

It dawned on him that Claire was reliving the moment in the exposition at the Lockwood's manor, right before Owen left her to protect Maisie from the Indoraptor. He brushed a stray hair from her face and she seemed to relax under his touch, the smallest of smiles appearing briefly on her lips before she leaned forward so brutally she almost tore the needles out of her flesh.

The nurse came at that moment and helped Owen get Claire to lie back on the pillows. Just as he was asking what the hell was going on, more nurses came in and ushered him out. He saw someone lift the blankets off of Claire's leg and the sight of the infected wound almost made him gag.

He was about to punch one of the doctors who was holding him back and was a few seconds away from calling security when Claire suddenly calmed down. One of the nurses pulled back an empty syringe and rearranged Claire's sheets and pillows while a doctor was looking at her wound. They prescribed her more antibiotics and did an extra exam on her leg, but Owen walked out of the room at that moment, his head underwater.

He needed fresh air, he couldn't think. One of the nurses went outside with him, saying it was time for her break, and later bought him a cup of coffee. They didn't talk much, besides the "thank you" and "you're welcome" and Owen was glad when she didn't try to force him to talk. He needed to think, think about Claire's worsening state, think about how to get Maisie back. He didn't even know where to start.

As the nurse left him sitting there next to a vending machine in a corridor, she squeezed his shoulder and told him she'd bring an extra blanket and pillow for him to Claire's room. He silently watched her leave and made sure he remembered her name.