Quin was quick to pull his hand back from Silas' sudden shift in attitude. Up until then, they'd shared a strained, but pleasant company. He knew Silas was hiding something, possibly something dangerous if he was unstable or worse. Still, Quin felt like he had been prepared for many things. He was a reasonably strong man, even sans an arm, he was confident he could handle an unstable doctor stranded in the middle of the woods.<br/><br/>He flinched when Silas went over the edge of the porch, slowly making his way over with a deepening frown. "You okay there--" He concerned died in his throat the moment his eyes connected with Silas' a moment before all hell broke loose.<br/><br/>He'd never known animal's eyes could be so expressive until he'd started to travel.  He'd seen the look in a goat's eyes moments before a local villager slaughtered it for a special meal, he'd seen wild alert in a dog's expression when warning a camping party about a prowling predator. Hell, he'd seen his own horse spook when a coyote had come too close to them when out riding. But the look in Silas' eyes?...It was eerily like that of a wild animal's, broadcasting<i>something</i>was wrong.<br/><br/>"Shit!" Quin cussed as Silas began to writhe, looking on helplessly. Did the guy have seizures? Convulsions? Fuck, what was he supposed to do? This wasn't at all like the convulsions Silas had suffered when coming out of hyperthermia.<br/><br/>He swore if he listened close enough, he could hear the shifting of bone.