Still - it would be kind of this place to afflict her with recent corpses and the indisposed less often, because psychology textbooks from the future claim that stress is a dangerous incapacitator. If Wonderland could manage this sooner rather than later, it would be ideal.]
[An early afternoon walk through the orchards, branches covered in a dusting of snow, the same crunching underfoot and she sees a child lying supine next to the base of a tree. Evelyn immediately thinks of the young man she once found in the library, of Steve Rogers sprawled on the beach and bleeding out, of Philip pocked with knife wounds and she stumbles over to cup a cold cheek, falling to her knees at the girl’s side. She’s soaked to the skin.
Panic claws at her insides when she falls back on what little medical expertise a doctor once gave her and she feels for a pulse, sensing nothing and fumbling for her communicator to tap out a network-wide missive. Send out a call for help first, echos a soft voice in her head, unwelcome but not wrong, and begin cardiopulmonary resuscitation - if there was one thing that Hannibal Lecter taught her, it was how to manage first response.]
I NEED ANYONE WITH LEGITIMATE MEDICAL EXPERTISE OR PEDIATRIC EXPERIENCE TO MEET ME IN THE CLINIC IMMEDIATELY
[Immediately following the message she sends one to Joel Miller while her fingers shake.]
found ellie need your help north edge of orchards
[Evelyn drops her phone, opens Ellie’s airway, and begins the emergency procedure.]