Everything seemed different about him. He no longer murmured constantly, talking his incomprehensible ramblings to himself and whoever dared listen to him. His eyes were sharply focused, aware of the world around him, seeing it as though waking up for a very long nap. He moved lethargically, taking his time to get back up to his feet on legs he was uncertain of. A bombed out building, two wounded soldiers, a medic, a couple of other soldiers, two women, no, three now. His hands were unconsciously ticking off the numbers as he took role, counting off in base five.<br/><br/>It was then his eyes locked onto the Russian. He froze solid, staring at the spetnaz, even with the drugs still in his system his hands were trembling, his pistol falling free to the ground. He backed up, taking a shakey step backwards towards the hole he had tried to jump out of just an hour earlier. His lips were trembling, sputtering without saying a word as the shakes passed from his hands into his whole body. He was breathing faster, almost threatening to hyperventalate.<br/><br/>"Run... Hide..." his voice finally came out in a harsh whisper. He stopped backing up, planting his feet near the edge of that hole, never once tearing his gaze from the russian.