Caitlin could feel things, and most of them not any good. Everything hurt. Her outsides mostly. Every bit of her had something wrong. Cuts and bruises and broken something. She had no idea what or where. She just knew that everything was hurting her.
And that Peter was right there. Peter who had left her in the future. Peter who she had been searching for since she'd gotten back to the present. Peter who was in the ambulance with her but hadn't gone looking for her. She hurt on the outside and she hurt on the inside, too.
Caitlin felt his hand on hers. She tried to turn her head but it was stuck. It was strapped down. "Peter?" She was frantic for a moment. "I can't move. Why can't I move?" She hurt, but she wanted to move. Was she paralyzed? What was going on? Why wasn't Peter doing something? He had peeled her off the concrete and now he was just sitting there doing nothing.