( Her confirmation feels like a sucker punch, the last of reality settling in harshly, uncompromising. No dream, then, and Yorktown is long gone.

The helpful citizen draws near enough for McCoy to give them a long squint and snatch the kit out of their hands, shooing them away for safer terrain. 'Anywhere but here', surely, while he rummages for what he needs. )

That's all right, ( he tries for assurance, but can't quite keep the ragged edge out of his voice, ) I think that makes two of us.

Ms. Allison, I need you to focus on me now, all right? ( for the both of them, seemingly, while he winds down a brief scan - and keep himself from swearing a blue streak at her other injuries - nodding at the makeshift bandage. )

I'm gonna get your arm patched up since you're still bleeding, and then we'll get ourselves off this... wherever we are. That sound good?