“Okay…first the water, then the kit. Elijah knows what kind of snake it is…he’ll be able to tell you more. Keep up, Doc!” he said before he started to jog. He only did enough to keep a brisk pace. He ran like he did sports when he was younger. The kind of run that was trained into him more than learned from experience. He hurdled the branch she fell with and continued on his way, subconsciously picking up speed before he slowed himself down.<br/><br/>She was still with him when he looked back.<em>’Good…a Doctor…of all the things to wash on shore’</em>he thought as he moved along. It was truly a very fortunate event for them. Finally at Elijah’s hut, he absently pointed around them “Storm came and trashed the place, but Lijah’s smart…kept all the really good building tricks to himself” It was more of an inside joke, as his chuckle afterward would have suggested, but it didn’t take away from the fact that the guy was pretty damn smart.<br/><br/>He opened the door to find Elijah in his chair and Desmond still out. He supposed hoping for a damn miracle was out of the question, as they’ve must have used up all their good karma by now. “Elijah…here’s some water. I also found a doctor…” It was still a little surreal saying that, and better yet, keeping the hut door open for the woman to walk through. he had made sure to get another whiff of her as she went by, and then stood to the side in case they needed help.<br/>