Donald watched Red hobbling in front of him. He wasn't sure how the older man was still going with this heat and that wound in his leg. The only thing, besides the limping, that tipped Donald off that Reddington was tired was his quiet huffing for oxygen. Finally, the criminal slowed and stopped before leaning back against a tree and taking some of his weight off of the injured leg. He took deep breaths and wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he looked over to Donald.

"How are you with climbing?" He asked the equally sweaty agent.

"I'm decent, I guess. Why?" Donald asked, swatting at a mosquito that had landed on his arm.

"If you can get up there," he said and pointed up to the top of the tree. "We'll have a shot at seeing where we need to go from here." He added and Donald looked up. The trees here were tall but, he thought that he could get to the top easily enough. Without saying a word to Reddington, Donald grabbed onto a branch and started making his way up.

Red watched Donald climbed up higher and higher before he felt his own leg give out from under him. He sat there with a grimace on his face while he clutched at the large bite wound on his leg. Hiding his pain from the younger man was getting more and more difficult. He hissed in pain and clutched his leg tighter when he felt the sting of sweat sliding into the open wound.

He glanced back up at Donald who was trying to get a good look at where they needed to go. Red bit his lower lip before he slid down the makeshift bandage on his leg. He grimaced at the sight. It was bloody and mostly scabbed over, but he knew that it was starting to get infected. If they didn't get out of here within the next few days, he'd be at risk of losing his leg or dying. He pulled the cloth back up when he heard Donald coming back down. He stood up and tried to keep from falling over.

"Well?" He asked and absentmindedly ran his tongue over his bottom lip. His lips were dry but not as dry as his throat felt.

"It looks like our best bet is that way. It's still gonna be a really long walk." Donald replied as he pointed over to the side. Red sighed and pushed himself off of the tree.

"I guess we had better get going." He stated, hoping that his leg would hold out long enough to get there. He also hoped to come up with a new plan mostly because he wouldn't be able to carry out the old one which been getting out of here, knocking Donald unconscious, making a mad dash to town, and calling someone to get him a few miles out. He had no idea what he would be able to do now but wanted desperately to get out of these woods.

They walked in the direction that Donald had pointed out. Ressler watched worriedly as Reddington seemed to get slower and slower. He was eventually worried that the older man was about to stop moving altogether.

"Do you need help?" Donald asked and was met with a glare that made a chill go down his spine.

"I'm doing just fine, Ressler." Red growled at him. He didn't need the man who was virtually a sworn enemy taking pity on him. That mixed with his wounds, hunger, thirst, and just how tired he was made him feel like he wanted to murder the man here and now.

"I was just asking." Donald replied refusing to let himself be intimidated. They started walking again in silence.

The sun was setting, and all the bugs seemed to be coming out. There was mosquitoes everywhere and it seemed every one was trying to attached itself to them. They had to keep swatting at them as they tried to go for their wounds and bloody bandages. They must have looked like a buffet to the little vermin. Donald heard Red swear as he tried to brush off the insects but had found it a bit more difficult with his hands bound together. Donald glanced slightly ahead of the distracted criminal.

"Look out for that-," Donald started but Red's foot had already been caught under the tree root that had been sticking out above the soil. He flung his hands out in front of him and yelped as he fell forwards. He swore loudly when he felt the bite on his leg get jarred and potentially reopened. Ressler rushed forward and put a hand on Red's shoulder to help him up.

"Don't touch me!" Reddington snapped as he turned over into a sitting position. He moved the bandage and saw that it hadn't opened up again but it still looked grotesque. Ressler grimaced at the sight but kept his mouth shut. Red shifted his ankle and winced. He was sure that it was sprained. He chewed the inside of his jaw before getting to his feet.

"Are you alright?" Donald asked and Red glared at him again. Donald only broke their gaze to look down at Red's ankle. The criminal was standing very gingerly on that foot which already seemed to have swollen a little. "I can help you walk, if you need me to."

"And since when are you so caring, agent Ressler?" Red asked trying to keep all of his weight off of that leg. He didn't know whether to be upset or happy that he only had injuries on one leg.

"It's not for your benefit." Ressler stated with a chuckle. Red's eye and mouth twitched on one side making Ressler wonder if anyone at the FBI had made note of the criminal's facial tic. "It's so we don't die out here because you can't walk on your own." He explained getting another nasty look from Red.

"I can make it on my own." Red argued and Ressler crossed his arms.

"Is that so? Take a few steps then." Donald challenged him. Red clenched his fists and raised his injured ankle off of the ground. Even that small of a movement made him wince. He sat his foot down which made him felt like a bolt of electricity had been shot through his leg. He put some weight on it and felt like he was about to collapse.

He took a deep breath and decided to get it over with quickly. He put all of weight on the injury and went to take a step. A cry involuntarily left his mouth as he started to go down. Ressler grabbed onto to him and held him up. The criminal glared at the ground and refused to make eye contact.

"Swallow your pride and let me help you." Donald said and Reddington fixed another glare on him.

"I'd rather sit here and die." He growled through clenched teeth. Donald meet his glare with one of his own.

"You don't get that option." He stated. He grabbed the chain and pulled it over to his other shoulder. Reddington pulled back, but Donald restrained him by holding the chain with one hand while his other arm was wrapped tightly around Reddington's waist.

"You're a bastard." Red growled but leaned heavily on the other man.

"True, but I'm a bastard who wants to get us both out of here alive."