Disclaimer: Nope-still don't own Primeval

Author's notes: Here be chapter 2. Any comments or constructive criticism would be lovely : ).

Connor lay slumped against a tree, blood running down his cheek from a cut above his hairline. Towering above him was a huge dinosaur, and it looked like it was about to strike. A shot rang out, and it reeled back, before charging into the trees after Stephen, who was shouting and waving his arms. Nick followed them, hoping to be able to help if Stephen looked to be in trouble. "Abby!" He yelled back as he darted off "Stay here and look after Connor-phone the ambulance!"

Abby pulled her phone back out of her pocket and quickly dialled 999. She told them where they were, and them as much as she could about the condition Connor was in. This wasn't easy, as he was unconscious, so he couldn't really tell her how badly he was hurt. It looked bad though, and Abby's worry was just escalating. How hard would you need to hit your head to be knocked out? Did he fall against the tree, or had the creature thrown him there? There were just so many questions, and every single worst-case scenario seemed to be running through her brain. Where was that ambulance anyway? Surely she'd called it ages ago-it seemed like hours.

"Stephen! To your right!" Nick had just spotted the anomaly. If they could just drive the creature into it, perhaps it would stay where it belonged. Seeing what Nick had in mind, Stephen dodged and fired a few warning shots to force the beast towards the anomaly. It worked, and the creature, frightened now, returned to where it had come from.

Now that the immediate threat was over, the two men were able to return to Abby and Connor.

As they arrived, Connor was just starting to come round. He moaned and blinked a few times before he focussed on the people around him. Abby had moved aside, knowing that both Stephen and Nick had at least some first aid experience, so the first person Connor saw was Nick.

He groaned. "Cutter?" He wasn't thinking too straight, but was aware enough to have a vague inkling that he would be in big trouble. "'m sorry…" he slurred, "I didn't mean for this to happ'n. Was a stupid idea…"

"You're damn right it was a stupid idea," agreed Nick, "but you don't have to worry about that right now. I need you to tell me where you're hurt, so we can help you."

"Everywhere…" Connor managed a half smile. "My head, and I think I broke a few ribs, it hurts." He turned his eyes towards the floor, and continued, but quieter this time. "It really hurts professor-'m scared…" By the end of the sentence, his voice had dropped to a whisper.

"I know," Nick was definitely not used to having to offer comfort, but he tried his best. "It'll be alright now though, and the ambulance is on its way." He took hold of Connor's hand and squeezed it. "You were very lucky you know,"

Connor rolled his eyes "Don't feel lucky…"

"We need to stop that head wound of yours from bleeding so much," Stephen had fished out the first aid kit from his bag, and was holding some bandages. "Ow…" Connor moaned when the bandage was pressed to his head. "Sorry about this Connor," He apologised, "needs to be done,"

Connor shifted and attempted to move away. "No Connor," Nick placed his hand on Connor's shoulder to stop him from moving, and causing himself more injury. "But I can't…I…I…" Connor struggled, and half sat up, before collapsing back unconscious.

"Abby," Stephen called her over. "Could you keep pressure on this bandage? I'm going to go to the road to wait for the ambulance." He moved out of the way so she could sit by Connor. Carefully not looking at Connor's face, she took his hand.

As if prompted by this action, Connor began to stir. He slowly opened one eye, and seemed to be surprised (in a good way) that Abby was beside him. She smiled, giving his hand an extra squeeze.

"Abby," Connor looked up at her.

"You're not going to ask me out for dinner are you?" She asked, smiling slightly.

"Nah," He shook his head, looking frankly nauseous from the pain this motion caused. "It's been done."

Abby chuckled a little, but squeezed his hand a little tighter. Connor smiled, before letting his eyes drift closed. A few quiet moments passed before the ambulance finally arrived. Then everything became a rush of people, swarming around them, saying things Abby couldn't really make sense of. She felt like a piece of driftwood, being tossed around by the tides. Connor was bundled into the ambulance, which drove off towards the hospital, while Abby was left standing alone next to where he had been lying.