Lindsey had been sitting with Raiden through all the tests, dealing with the symptoms, making sure she didn't scratch as much as he could, trying to convince her the lightning was not out to get her. It had been a hard few days and he admired Sam's ability to juggle fighting this thing and dealing with Ruby who had the same symptoms, the rumour was worse ones. If what Dean said about her was true, that was unsuprising. Raiden had proven to be a full time job too, dealing with her powers as well as other mundane fears that had sprung up around it all.
He was only half listening, enough to pick up on Martha's results but drown out the casual chatter, just like in a courtroom when he picked up on Gwen's discomfert, growing discomfort.
He was on his feet and toward her before Martha even said anything.
"What do you need me to do?" he said, suddenly terrified for Gwen, but himself enough to keep a cool head.