Alex was the one to find them a mostly empty stall with no leaks above it. After spreading out a blanket from one of the packs, they got Scott in and lying down. From another bag Alex pulled out a flashlight, setting it on the ground and letting it shine into the stall, making sure it wouldn't shine out any cracks to outside. They didn't want to give away their location but they needed to see to assess injuries. Even being the most injured, Scott still tried to take charge. "Alex, there should be…another flashlight. Take it and…go look for…a lantern maybe. Any supplies at all…."

"As you command, oh Fearless Leader." With that smart ass reply, Alex grabbed the other flashlight and darted out of the stall.

Spencer started to dig through the few bags they had, taking inventory of their things. He tossed all the clothes to the side in a pile; those would be needed for bandages and to keep them warm. One bag had non-perishable food that he set off on the other side. The last bag held medical supplies. This was the one he needed. He started to sift through it just as Scott said "Spence…report. Injuries?"

"Your leg is obviously broken. I'll get a good look at it in a minute. You've got a cut on your chest I'm worried about and other cuts I'll clean. I've got to check for glass, too, on both you and Alex. My guess is the windshield shattered on impact." He found the pair of medical scissors and pulled them out. Good. First and foremost he'd cut away clothes from what he needed to look. Then he could start figuring out what to treat first. He scooted across the ground toward Scott, pulling the bag with him. "How the hell you landed us without killing us, I've got no idea. I knocked out once we started spinning."

Scott's head dropped back on the makeshift cloth pillow they'd given him. "I'm just…that good. But I wasn't asking…about me…"

Of course Spencer knew that. However, he was trying to avoid talking about himself. "Alex looks a little cut up and he's limping. I'm not really sure how badly he's hurt, at least not until I can get a look at him. We've all been running off of an adrenaline rush." As he spoke, Spencer forced his bad arm to move so he could take his hand and grab Scott's pant leg. With his other hand he held the scissors and started to cut upwards. "An adrenaline rush is the fight or flight response of the adrenal gland, in which it releases adrenaline. When releasing adrenaline, your body releases dopamine which can act as a natural painkiller, explaining how we were able to travel so long without seriously feeling the pain of it. An adrenaline rush causes the muscles to perform respiration at an increased rate, in turn improving strength. It also works with the nervous system to interpret impulses that trigger selective glands…"

"I know what…an adrenaline rush is, Spencer." Scott cut in.

Alex chose that moment to come walking back over, his light coming down on Scott's leg as it was revealed. "He just likes to show off, Scott, you know that."

Spencer didn't even look up to tell Alex "Shut up." His eyes were locked on Scott's leg and the damage there. As he'd thought, Scott's leg was definitely broken. It was obvious in the way his calf bulged up in one spot. Thankfully, the bone hadn't broken through the skin. But above it, on his thigh, there was a long gash. When Spencer got Scott's shirt cut as well, they could see the long gash over his stomach. That would need to be stitched. It was still bleeding sluggishly. Spencer cursed mentally and turned back toward his bag. He found basic medical supplies and survival items as well as some extras that most people wouldn't think to pack in a kit. Alex was shining the light in the bag for him and he let out a weak sounding laugh. "Bless your anal retentiveness, Scott. Who knew it'd come in handy one day?"

"Go…fuck yourself…."

The first thing Spencer dug out was the little plastic container he'd known would be at the bottom. One thing he knew Scott didn't travel without just in case of emergency. Morphine. Most people might consider that something crazy to travel with but for Scott it was a necessity. With the migraines he could get without warning, sometimes morphine was the only thing that could ease them and he had to have it on hand. Spencer opened up the little kit and found the bottle and needles just as they always were. He carefully started to prep the dose he would need. "Scotty, I'm going to give you some morphine." He explained as he worked. Before Scott could fully form his protest, Spencer kept going. "There's not a lot and we don't know how long we're going to be here, so I can't knock you out like I want, but I can give you enough to ease this. Trust me, you're going to need it. The wound on your stomach needs stitches and so does the one on your leg. Plus, we're going to have to end up setting your leg. Now, I'm going to give you some now to get through the stitches and I'll give you just a little more when we're done with your leg. Are you ready?"

"Just…do it…"

Spencer pulled Scott's arm out and set about using an alcohol wipe from the kit to sterilize the area. It was easy enough for him to find the vein and to slip the needle into Scott's skin. Once he was done, he stored his items. "We'll give that a minute to settle in. While we wait…" He turned toward Alex. "Be honest with me, Alex. How bad?"

Alex didn't bother pretending not to understand. "Some butterfly tape, a little bandaging, and I should be okay. I might need a few stitches in the one on my hip but I can survive with tape if I need to. Might've twisted an ankle getting Scott out of the plane. Otherwise, my head's killing me and I'm tired as hell but good. He landed us as safely as he could." His eyes moved up to lock on Spencer's face. "What about you? And no lies, pidge."

A grimace crossed Spencer's face. "My knee is swollen a little, I slammed my head a few times, and I'm pretty damn sure my arm's broken. Get me a sling and I'll be good to go. You find any supplies?" He avoided mentioning the ache in his ribs or the injuries he'd already carried before they even started this trip. There was no point in mentioning them and worrying Alex even more.

Shaking his head, Alex sat down and started to strip out of his shirt. To the side, Scott looked almost asleep, the morphine obviously moving through him. Spencer had given him enough to dull him down and was using his empathy to do the rest, pushing at Scott's exhaustion to try to get his body to sleep a little. Hissing as his shirt stuck, Alex finally got it over his head. "Some dry wood over there we might be able to make a fire if we need to. It's pouring like crazy out there and I think we might be able to risk a fire for a bit without worrying too much for smoke. If they're smart, they'll take shelter too."

"We can't count on that." Spencer argued. He pulled out gauze and tape while Alex settled down next to him. For the next few minutes, things were quiet as Spencer used a spare shirt to wipe away blood and then he used butterfly tape where he could before bandaging the cuts Alex had. One on his chest was long but it was shallow and Spencer taped gauze over it. The one on his hip could do with a few stitches as Alex had said but they had minimal thread and they both knew Scott needed it more. So Spencer put butterfly tape on that one as well and then taped gauze over it. He also gave Alex a couple of the basic pain reliever they had in the kit. "Just be careful with it and you should be okay."

"I'm good. Worry about Scooter there. What do you need me to do?"

"I need water. I can heat the needles on my own to sterilize them but I'll need water to clean with as I work. Then just…just hold him down."

Alex took a few of the water bottles from the food bag and brought them over; they could always refill them in the rain. He set them out beside Spencer and then helped set out what Spencer would need while the young genius gathered just minimal energy, letting it heat his fingers and in turn heat the needle he held, sterilizing it

Eventually, they had everything ready. Alex straddled Scott's chest, facing towards his older brother's face, and he pinned Scott's wrists to the ground. Scott was just barely awake, slightly hazy from the drugs. Spencer took a deep breath and forced his hands not to shake as he moved towards Scott's stomach. It was now or never. With that bracing thought, he got to work.

The next thirty minutes were minutes in his life Spencer never again wanted to have to repeat. He had lived through horrible moments, seen some horrible things in his line of work, and he'd experienced things he never wanted to again. Yet in that moment none of them ranked anywhere near this. The morphine and Spencer's empathy helped to take away some of the pain but not all of it. Scott fought hard to keep still and not to scream yet his skin was being sewed without anesthetic and they couldn't risk giving him more morphine when he would most likely burn it out while they finished working. The worst came when it was time to set the bone in Scott's leg. They gave the man a rag to bite on and Spencer and Alex braced his body down and then Spencer used his knowledge from books and what he'd learned from Hank and he got the bone set back into place. The scream Scott let out, though muffled, would haunt Spencer's dreams for a long time.

After that, Alex found some spare wood and they made a splint, wrapping it around Scott's leg. Then Alex used some wood and some cloth and made a makeshift prop so that Scott could lean against it. Alex and Spencer took the rest of Scott's wet clothes and took them off, putting him in some of the spare clothes they had with them that were still dry in the pack. Once he was dressed, Spencer and Alex changed as well, Spencer making sure to be discreet so that none of his injuries would be visible, and then they took the rest of the wet things and draped them over the edge of the stall to dry out. Spencer gave Scott the next dose of morphine and used his empathy to draw off more of Scott's pain; discreetly, of course. Eventually, the man drifted. Whether into sleep or unconsciousness, Spencer didn't know, but he was grateful either way. He sagged down beside his brother, beyond exhausted from what he'd done and from his earlier use of energy.

Alex brought a couple of their blankets over, laying one over Spencer and one over Scott. "Kip it with him for a bit, pidge. I'll take first guard shift."

There really was no hope in arguing it. Spencer's body was just too beat. So, curled against Scott's side, he let himself drift into a fitful sleep.

When Spencer woke later, it was to the feel of a hand running over his hair. He blinked slowly, gathering his bearings. There was no disorientation this time as he woke; he knew where he was and he knew what had happened to them. In the dark, he vaguely saw the form of Alex at the front of their little stall, standing silent guard over them. The hand in his hair continued to stroke and Spencer shifted, realizing that it meant that Scott was awake. Quickly he groped for his flashlight, wanting to check on his brother and—though he wouldn't admit it out loud or really even to himself—he needed something to chase back some of the dark.

The glow of the light filled the stall and Spencer had to blink a few more times to adjust to the light. Once he did, he looked towards Scott's face, trying to read the lines there. He reached out, feeling Scott's pain and exhaustion as well as his worry. "How're you feeling, Scotty?"

"Been better. Been worse, too." Scott said with a small grin. "Sorry if I woke you."

"Bout time the two of you woke. Been out for, oh, I'd guess a few hours now." Alex called out in a low voice.

A few hours? Spencer knew that Alex, like Scott, had a kind of uncanny knack for time. He trusted his brother's judgment on how much had passed. Scott would be due for another shot, then. Sitting up more, Spencer reached for the bag. "How's your pain level, Alex?"

"I'm fine." Alex reassured him easily. "I popped a few more aspirin a bit ago, so I'm doing good. Headache's mostly gone."

There was no real need to ask how Scott's was. Spencer could feel it. He pulled out the morphine and started to prepare another dose. Scott reached out, taking hold of his arm. "Just a little one, Spence. I want to stay awake. Trust me, I can handle it. Just give me half of what you did before."

Half would keep him awake while still tapering the pain down. After a moment, Spencer nodded. When he had it ready, he turned toward Scott's arm which his brother held out at the ready for him. It took only a moment to distribute the medicine. Then he was taking it back and cleaning it before putting it away. "Any sign of trouble?" He asked Alex while he finished putting things away.

"Not so far." He shifted a little, allowing him to watch the door and look toward them at the same time. "Any clue who the fuckers are?"

Groaning a little as he shifted, Scott adjusted on his 'bed'. "I didn't think to stop and ask who sent them. There are quite a few people who'd want any one of us dead and gone. Well, not Sherlock here so much."

"Our goody-two-shoes." Alex said mockingly.

Using the flashlight to make sure the man saw it, Spencer flipped him off. Then he turned back toward Scott. "I don't think the who or why matters so much right now. What we should figure out is how we're going to get out of here. Did any of you bring a cell phone?" When both men shook their heads, Spencer raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious? My technology loving brothers went technology free? Really?"

"Logan stole our phones." Scott said with a wry grin. "He said he was going to make sure no one could get a hold of us to call us back home."

Alex snorted. "Remind me to kick his ass for that when we get back."

"Well what about radios?" Spencer pressed. "Did you grab the radio or anything from the plane when you got our bags? Anything that we can use to contact someone for help?"

"I didn't exactly have time to dig around, pidge." Alex's voice was just a little defensive. "I was kind of in pain and trying to hurry back to you fucks before trouble came."

Well, wasn't it just one good piece of news after another? Spencer sighed and leaned back against the stall wall, stretching his aching leg out in front of him. "So, let me sum this up and see if I've got it all. Someone we don't know shot us out of the sky and then, once on ground, proceeded to try to fill us full of bullets. Now we're stuck in some random falling apart barn in the middle of who knows where while it's pouring outside. We've got minimal supplies, nothing even resembling a radio, and one gun. No one is going to be looking for us because we're supposed to be gone for the next week, so there isn't even help to be looking for. Did I get everything?"

"Nope." Amusement danced in Alex's voice. "You forgot that I'm minimally gimpy, Scott's down a leg, and you're down an arm and are also gimpy. Now we've got it all."

"Gee thanks, Alex. That was ever so helpful."

"Anytime, pidge."

"Shut up, you two." Scott said the words without any real heat. "I at least might know where we were. Last I remember before we started to go down, we were over Washington. Best guess, using our last coordinates, we've most likely landed somewhere in the Wenatchee National Forest."

Numbers instantly slid into Spencer's head and then past his lips. "The Wenatchee National Forest is an area of 1,735,394 acres and it extends about 137 miles along the eastern slopes of the Cascade Range of Washington from Okanogan National Forest to Gifford Pinchot National Forest. The forest is located in Chelan, Kittitas and Yakima counties. That's quite a lot of area, Scott. And we have no way of pinpointing exactly where we are."

"Well we're gonna have to do something cause sitting around here aint gonna get us nowhere." Alex pointed out. "It's almost dawn, though. Going out in daylight aint the best plan. I say we rest up and lay low through the day and come nightfall, we set out and try to find our way to some road or some kind of civilization where we can put in a call back home for help."

It was really their only plan. Going out in daylight would be suicide if people were still after them. Staying here could be trouble as well but here at least they had some form of protection. Out there, they'd be out in the open and someone could pick them off before they even saw it coming. "It's our best shot." Scott finally agreed.

Slowly, carefully, Spencer moved his legs and pushed himself up off the ground. Once he had his feet, he took a second to steady himself and to work around the ache in his knee. He looked over at the clothes and then at Alex. "Help me make a quick sling and then I'll take next watch. I'm not going to be able to sleep any more right now." Together, the two moved over towards the clothes. Alex quickly found one the right size and he used his knife to cut the material enough that he could make a makeshift sling out of it. As he helped Spencer get his arm situated in it, the young genius took advantage of their closeness to speak in a low voice that Scott couldn't hear. "Keep an eye on him. We need to get him out fast. We'll be lucky if infection doesn't settle in to the wound in his stomach. Keep an eye on it and make sure he doesn't start running a fever. The morphine is going to dull any ache he'll have there so he won't be able to tell us if it hurts more. That means we need to be vigilant."

"Got it." Alex murmured back while tying the material behind Spencer's neck. "Don't worry, I'll keep my eyes and ears on him."

"Good." Breathing carefully to try and ride out the pain, Spencer adjusted his sling, making sure he was comfortable. Then he took his gun from Alex. "I'm going to wander a bit. I know you checked things out before but I want to see if there's something I can use to maybe work like a radio."

Alex gave him a grin that was strained compared to normal. "Just be careful there, MacGyver."

Confusion had Spencer wrinkling his forehead. "What did you call me?"

A real, honest laugh came not only from Alex, but from Scott as well. "Nothing, pidge. I'll explain it later."

Shaking his head over the strangeness of his brother, Spencer made his way out of the stall while Alex settled in beside Scott.