Daniel was replaying what had happened, the frozen fear he'd felt so many times before when something terrible was about to happen. How many times had he seen it? Murder? Terrible things. Simply terrible things. Only this time, they were happening to him. To Rodrigo. And he hadn't stopped them. He'd just run away. Driven away. It was a good thing that he hadn't had a car accident. Luck, really.
He was feeling dizzier and a little sick when he heard the soft accented voice speak to him. His eyes opened, focused on Dr. Mallory, and he took as deep a breath as he could manage before he spoke. "Let her stay, please. To help." She was his good luck charm. He wasn't sure he could face what was coming next without her.