Re: Campbells.
Ford loped rapidly from dry spot to dry spot, avoiding the major puddles while focusing intently on the shadows between the trees. The tension was mostly in his legs as he stayed ready to sprint at any second. Despite making the choice to stay out of the mud as much as possible, when forced to choose, Ford stayed near Russell's elbow, ready to physically drag the man out of danger. All it would take was one. If he saw one, they were both running.
Ford took his eyes away from potential danger to inspect Russell's troubled expression. His own fouled. The scowl didn't suit Ford's otherwise spare, youthful face. He looked ready to tear something in half, and for the first time, the capacity for that violence was lurking in the spare shadows under his eyes.
Sorry Ford mouthed, making a helpless gesture with one hand in his direction. He chewed on his upper lip as he trotted, then made a motion in the air in front of him. He made a cross symbol, then mouthed, Hospital?