Bruce couldn't say anything, his throat was too scratched and raw from screaming. He simply folded her scarf back over her lips to protect her and staggered up from his slumped position. He took the spare scarf and re-strapped his broken arm to keep it immobile, knowing that it would heal within a couple of days once they got away from the fog. He knew he was putting her and people through the door in Cambridge in danger but his mind was gone from its selflessness.
He slid the jacket around his shoulders and suddenly met her glaze with permanently vivid green eyes.