Re: Marco, Callum, Rose, and OPEN
Rose's voice only took on that particularly gentle tone when she was speaking with a patient. For all that she was a prickly, defensive woman outside of work, she had a way with the wounded and scared. "I'm sure she's fine," she said softly, one hand moving to brush a lock of hair off his forehead before gently pulling the hand off her arm and holding it while her other hand steadily worked the pump, flushing his system with saline as fast as she could without risking other problems. "We're going to get you on your feet so you can go find her, okay?"
She grimaced slightly at his pain; she never wanted to cause any more if she could help it, but they weren't in a position for her to give him anything. It was a relief when he passed out again, and she used the opportunity to work faster. "We're going to have to warn everyone," she said to Marco, referring to the bullets. Without the need to reassure Callum, she was back to her usual cool professionalism, focused and unshakable. "And get more saline. I've only got two more bags in there." Thankfully, the one that she was just about finished infusing seemed to be doing the trick; she wasn't sure if there was some sort of supernatural consequence to being dosed with silver, but from a purely chemical standpoint, it seemed to be inert. She laid a hand on his chest, concentrating; she couldn't feel the race and burn of the silver anymore.