Antonia quickly climbed down the steps of the cabin, walking directly toward Aiden, she dropped to her knees beside him. "Are you doing okay?" She asked, her tone was very serious, so he chose not to make light of the situation. "Can you move at all?"

"My legs aren't injured." He said, pulling his knees up. "I just don't know how I can go from lying down flat to standing up without passing out from the pain." He said softly, his breathing a bit labored. There was a sharp gust of wind, and the emergency blanket flapped against his body. He watched her shiver as she looked between the cabin and himself. Her teeth chattered slightly as she surveyed the situation.

Her face was one of complete concentration, and he imagined that she wasn't just trying to figure out how to get him into the cabin, but she was mathematically calculating distance, speed, and angle all inside her mind. "I like when you think." He said softly, watching as her eyes flicked to his.

"What?" Her nose scrunched as she turned her head to him.

"I like watching you think, it's very hot." He said, watching as her eyes narrowed at him, though a smile played at the corner of her mouth.

"I think you're going into shock." She said, touching his forehead before standing up, she walked toward the cabin for a moment. He laughed, instantly regretting it as his body was wracked with pain. She glanced to him. "Serves you right, trying to be charming." She teased as she stepped back toward him, kneeling beside him again, she pulled the blanket down slightly, and started to unbutton his shirt again.

"There you go again, trying to undress me." He said. His words were slurring slightly, and he wasn't sure if it was the head injury, blood loss, or the pain.

"Stop it." She said quietly, she began to very lightly touch his collar bone, running her finger along it, she could feel swelling. "It does appear that your clavicle is fractured." She whispered, letting her cool fingers run across his skin again, she watched his eyes as she examined him. "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop undressing me with your eyes." She said, watching as a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"It's only fair. You have your hands all over me now." He teased, closing his eyes as she hit a painful spot in her examination.

"Would you rather have me leave you out here?" She asked, continuing the examination without looking at his face, she could feel his body reacting to her fingers as she looked at the various cuts and bruising that was starting to appear. She turned to her bag and pulled out tweezers, as she looked at his face. "I need to…"

"Do it." He winced, closing his eyes as she started pulling pieces of glass from his skin. None of the cuts were too deep, but they were incredibly painful. She reached into the bag for rubbing alcohol, and pulled out a small bottle of vodka that had been in the bag.

"Hey, that's not rubbing alcohol." He said, watching as she looked to him and twisted the cap.

"No, this is for me." She said as she took a drink from the small bottle, closed the lid, and tossed it into the bag. "I'd share, but you have a head injury." She then pulled out the alcohol prep pads, and began wiping at the cuts to ensure that she had gotten all of the pieces out.

"It's so cold." He whimpered, though the pain was also close to unbearable, the cold was making it worse.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, trying her best not to make him feel worse. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a small towel, and proceeded to lift his left arm. He cried out in pain as she carefully wrapped the arm in the towel, knowing how much the pain from the clavicle fracture was affecting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She whispered, watching as tears rolled down his cheeks, she leaned up and swiped at them with her finger. "Are you okay?" She whispered. He nodded his head and closed his eyes. She wrapped a strap around his arm as well, and carefully pulled the strap behind his head, and back down, where she secured it to the makeshift sling carefully.

"How are we going to do this?" he asked, hoping that she would have an answer, but seeing nothing but slight uncertainty and concentration in her eyes.

"Slowly." She said, stepping over him onto the other side, she knelt again and buttoned his shirt back up. She touched his other shoulder, noting that his right arm was not in pain, she checked his head wound carefully. He had lost quite a bit of blood, but it was starting to clot. "Okay, so, I don't know how bad your ribs are, but we don't have anything to secure them with. We have to be very careful not to put pressure on them. I don't have the proper equipment to deal with a punctured lung." She said, watching him nod. "If we do this slowly, do you think you can roll to your right side?"

"I can try." He answered honestly.

Antonia nodded, carefully helping him roll onto his good arm. "Okay, now I need you to continue to roll as far as you can to lying on your stomach, until the pain is too much, and you can't do it."

He gave her an odd look, and she rested her hand on his temple. "Trust me." She whispered. "I'm trying to do this with as little pain as possible."

"I feel like I'm in the middle of a sick game of Twister." He muttered. He started to roll onto his stomach, feeling the pressure of his body on his arm and collarbone, and his ribs felt like they were on fire. "Okay." He grunted.

"Okay, using your good shoulder, push against the ground, and rest your left knee as far up as you can. We're trying to anchor yourself, so that you can lift up." She said, watching as he lay practically face first on the ground, his head balancing the rest of his body as she moved behind him, straddling him as she nestled one of her hands between his good arm and his body, and just under his immobilized arm. "Okay." She said, "Use your leg strength, and your good shoulder to lift yourself up onto your knees. I'll steady you."

"Okay." He said, taking a deep breath as he tried to control the pain. "Okay." He muttered again.

"Aiden, you have to actually do it." She said, "Ready… on three." She paused for a second. "One, two… Three!" she exclaimed as he let out a loud yell, and his body lifted slowly. She stumbled back a little, but caught him as he flopped back onto his knees, letting out a frustrated and pain filled grunt. He leaned his head back and looked up at her as she leaned over him. His eyes were glassy with pain, but he managed a smile. "Hey, buddy." She smiled.

"Hey, Tex."

She leaned down and kissed his lips upside down. "You earned that." She smiled. He was wobbling a bit, and she didn't want him to fall, so she anchored herself and held him for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"Dizzy." He muttered, putting his head down slightly. She got a better look at the gash on his head, and it looked a little worse from this angle.

"Okay, just take a second." She whispered, feeling her stomach wrenching as she stared at the blood running through his hair.

"What's next?" He asked, though his speech was slurring, and she was becoming more worried about his head injury. "Tex?"

"Oh, right." She said, shaking her head. She stood behind him, holding his good arm as she leaned her head down toward his face. "Okay, I need you to put your right foot on the ground, okay, balancing slightly on your left. I'm right behind you, so I'll be here to help."

"Okay." He said softly. He slowly pulled his right leg up, resting his foot on the ground. She felt him wobble a little, but he was able to stay still.

"Now push down with your right foot, and straighten it, and the rest of you should come up with it, okay?"

"It should." He said, turning his face into hers. "But will it?"

"Stop trying to be cute and just stand up, Agent Fitzgerald." She snapped, watching a smirk on his face as he started to pull himself up. He grunted loudly, lifting his body up as she supported him from behind. He stood for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and she moved to his side. He put his arm around her, and looked over. "See, that wasn't so hard." She said, watching him close his eyes for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Dizzy." He said, feeling the weight of his arm on his collar bone, the pressure was incredibly painful. "Let's get inside, I'm cold."

"Okay." She said, moving them toward the cabin very slowly.

"You know what I'm not looking forward to?" he mumbled sleepily as they struggled up the first step.

"What is that?"

"Laying back down." He said, catching her eye as she let out an anxious laugh, and helped him to the cabin door.