Jude dragged his gaze between her and the puddle again, taking in the admission. He wasn't seeing things, which meant--she wasn't wrong, and they might all be in trouble. He might be fucked just standing there, but there was only one thing that made him panic, and blood wasn't it.

His jaw twitched once, as he grit his teeth. The tic evolved into biting the inside of his cheek, grappling with something so beyond him.

"One of the doctors, Ravi," he started, letting the words come as the thought formed in his head. Snatches of conversation, secondhand accounts. "Sometimes he talks about some things he dealt with, back home. He might be the best to ask. But we can get--whoever you want, for now."

His hand was still steady at her shoulder: there was enough blood on the ground, he worried how much longer she'd be upright.