Eames had told him that she and Goren had been in a serious road accident, but he hadn't expected this nightmare scene when he arrived at the scene of the tragedy with several police cars following him.
It was a good thing he'd told Rodgers to come along with one or two of his colleagues, as this would be a great help to him.
At least help Goren, when he saw not only the state of the car, but especially Goren's situation, trapped in the car's body and bleeding to death.
And where were the firemen...
Eames had told him he'd contacted them.
And they still weren't there.
While one of his agents lay between life and death.
Deakins hurriedly opened his car door and rushed to his men, giving instructions.
- Everyone lend a hand. Raising his hand, he instructed his men to act. Logan and Barek, follow me. Logan and Barek nodded, following him. And you, Rodgers... take care of Goren and Eames.
Rodgers nodded, took out his medical equipment, and followed by two doctors headed for Goren and Eames.
When he reached Goren, Rodgers put his hand on Eames' shoulder.
- Stand aside, Eames...
Step aside...
Eames didn't want to leave him.
She couldn't leave him like this.
- I don't...
- Please Eames... Rodgers spoke in a calm, gentle voice. I've got to take care of Goren.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Eames didn't want to leave him so much that she'd forgotten the seriousness of his injury, and that it would be best for Rodgers to check him out.
- Very well, then.
Reluctantly, she stepped aside, but felt long, slender fingers on her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
- Rodgers... Take care of Eames before I do.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Fix her...
Before him.
But Goren wasn't right to say that.
Was he losing his mind.
From too much blood already lost.
That was quite possible.
Because why would he want her taken care of, before him, when she only had a small head wound, and he had a giant stomach wound, and was bleeding to death.
No.
Goren couldn't ask that.
Besides, she'd object.
- Listen to me...
Eames shook his head in denial.
No and no.
She wouldn't listen to him.
Not this time at least.
- A head wound... Even a small one... He plunged his brown eyes into her hazel gaze, which shone with gravity. Maybe a lot more serious than it looks.
Good God...
No.
Why would he say that.
When he was so much worse off than she was.
Why was he worried about her in the first place.
It wasn't right.
- Eames... Goren's right.
Goren's right.
So even Rodgers was siding with Goren.
- I can't, I can't...
- No... Alex.
At Goren's refusal to listen, and that deep voice, Eames looked at him, shocked.
Why was he doing this...
True, they'd had a violent argument.
But that was no reason why he should prefer to have her cared for before himself.
- Edwards, come and look after Eames. Goren turned to Rodgers, nodded, thanking her. While I take care of Goren's infusion.
Goren was relieved.
Edwards was going to take care of Eames.
He wouldn't have wanted anyone to take care of him before Eames.
In the army, he'd already seen soldiers die just from a simple head wound.
And he didn't want that to happen, especially with Eames.
Perfuser...
My God...
Goren had just realized what Rodgers had just said.
He'd been so worried about Eames, refusing to let him be attended to before her, that he'd forgotten Rodgers was going to have to at least infuse him.
And that...
He didn't want that.
He didn't like shots.
And the catheter wasn't something pleasant to stick into your skin.
Roagers took out the oxygenated water, took a cotton pad soaked in oxygenated water, and disinfected Goren's left wrist, preparing to install the catheter.
She analyzed the wrist and advanced the catheter, but Goren withdrew his wrist before it touched his skin.
- I'd rather not.
Pardon...
Goren would rather not...
What did that mean.
Would he be afraid of injections...
- But I have to.
- I said no.
From Goren's screams and flushed face, Rodgers knew it was going to be difficult to get the catheter into him.
- Steven will get Logan for me.
Pardon.
Get Logan.
And why.
If Rodgers thought that by calling Logan, he'd agree to be injected, well, she could be kidding herself.
He wouldn't go for it.
He'd said no, and he'd stick to his guns.
Loud footsteps were heard, and he realized that Logan was approaching.
- Just because that idiot's going to be there doesn't mean I'm going to...
Logan stopped at their level, looking at Goren, who was shouting, and Rodgers, who was looking at him in despair.
- Logan... Rodgers turned to Logan. Come and hold Goren's left arm for me. I have to put the catheter in... And he's very...
Rodgers didn't need to finish his sentence, as Logan approached Goren, and grabbed his arm with both hands, holding him down.
- You... wait till I get out of this car... Goren screamed madly, his face muscles contracting in fury. And I'll...
- Yeah, you'll kill me.
Good God...
But Goren was a real kid.
This rage, all because Rodgers wanted to place the drip.
Goren tried to pull his arm out of Logan's grasp, but he was holding on too tightly.
And that catheter Rodgers was bringing dangerously close to his skin.
- Don't you dare.
Not listening to Goren's cries, Rodgers pushed the catheter into Goren's skin, who winced in pain, and glared at her.
- Will you...
- Bobby...
At the footsteps, and at Eames's voice coming closer to him, Goren calmed down sharply, as Rodgers connected the bag of liquid to the drip, and Logan let go of his arm.
If Rodgers had known...
She should have asked Eames to come and help her hold this big kid down.
The way he'd calmed down when he heard her.
Because that's what he was right now.
A kid.
When he reached Goren, Logan stepped aside to make way for Eames.
Then she walked over to Goren, crouched down at his level, put her hand on his forehead, brushed against him.
- Why all this anger Bobby... You know they're only doing this to help you.
Yes...
Goren knew that.
But was it the real reason.
Knowing Rodgers, he had his doubts.
Perhaps she was taking revenge.
After all, she found him unbearable.
So it could be revenge.
- Now I'll have to try and see that wound... Although I'm not sure I can. Considering it's stuck in the clink.
Rodgers nodded to Eames, telling her to look after Goren while she tried to look.
Eames nodded and turned to Goren, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look only at her.
From the silent gestures between Rodgers and Eames, Goren knew he wasn't going to like what came next.
Especially when Eames took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.
He felt Rodgers' hands not far from his wound, and winced in pain.
Name of God...
But it hurt even more if you touched him.
- Bobby... Look at me... And talk to me about anything you want.
Look at her.
He had to, since she was holding his face in her hands.
And talk to her.
About what...
About the violent pain he was feeling with Rodgers' fingers touching him not far from his wound.
But for Eames's sake, he was going to make an effort.
For despite everything, she was supporting him in this horrible moment.
Maybe he should lighten the mood.
Yes...
That was a good idea.
- It's quite ironic, this situation.
Pardon...
ironic...
At his words, and at the mocking smile Goren wore on his lips, but which did nothing to hide the pain he felt, Eames felt his heart clench.
- We'll laugh about it later.
Laugh about it later.
But it wasn't funny.
Why was he doing this.
Trying to make light of it, when it was serious.
An immense sadness painted itself on Eames' face, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Goren realized that it would have been better not to laugh at the situation.
- I'm sorry... Eames.
At Goren's apology, Eames' heart broke into a million pieces, and she felt she could no longer contain her despair and cry in front of him.
But already, the sound of a flashing light could be heard.
My God...
At last.
I hope this isn't a dream.
- The firemen arrive.
At Deakins' shout, Eames felt hope return to her.
At last the firemen were coming, and they were finally going to get him out of there.