The reality was that once Liang fed there was no help for her, no fixing what she was or what she had become. Fighting the thirst was an uphill battle and even the bloodsuckers that tried the straight and narrow often failed in moments of great stress. It's not something that Sam can tell Reid, not now, and not without some distance between him and this place but the reality is that Reid might not want to hear any of it. Taking a life, even the life of a monster, isn't an easy thing to do and if he hadn't grown up in this world he wouldn't be doing it himself. He preferred to lean into the saving people part of things, and the research behind it. That's what kept him sane through everything, after multiple attempts at running away or trying to find something better.
Sam's got Tara still in his arms, she's weak and she's pale but her pulse is strong and he does what he can to keep her fighting, moving her in his arms to get a better handle on her as he slides her up into a seated position against the wall behind them.
For the time being, they were safe and he was going to take that time to make sure she was okay and alert. He pulls a cliff bar out of his jacket pocket and passes it to Tara with a frown. "Here, it'll help you keep your energy up." Sam hasn't bothered to tend to his the wound on his shoulder yet, instead, he crosses the floor to Spencer and slides the machete toward Tara behind him with his boot as a gesture of good faith.
"Hey, Doc. Thanks for the save back there." Sam grimaces and adjusts the canvas jacket over his back, it's chafing the laceration under it and it's slick and heavy with his blood. "We need to get Tara out of here. If you can help me get her to the car we can get her to the hospital."
What they do from there is all his to define. Sam doesn't particularly want to go back into prison or the loony bin not for a case and not for real but he's not prioritizing himself right now. They need to look out for Tara and then, Sam will explain the rest, and take care of Doctor Reid too if he needs it. The questions, the answers, and the interrogation. It's not his favorite thing to rehash but he's a man of his word.
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Sam's got Tara still in his arms, she's weak and she's pale but her pulse is strong and he does what he can to keep her fighting, moving her in his arms to get a better handle on her as he slides her up into a seated position against the wall behind them.
For the time being, they were safe and he was going to take that time to make sure she was okay and alert. He pulls a cliff bar out of his jacket pocket and passes it to Tara with a frown. "Here, it'll help you keep your energy up." Sam hasn't bothered to tend to his the wound on his shoulder yet, instead, he crosses the floor to Spencer and slides the machete toward Tara behind him with his boot as a gesture of good faith.
"Hey, Doc. Thanks for the save back there." Sam grimaces and adjusts the canvas jacket over his back, it's chafing the laceration under it and it's slick and heavy with his blood. "We need to get Tara out of here. If you can help me get her to the car we can get her to the hospital."
What they do from there is all his to define. Sam doesn't particularly want to go back into prison or the loony bin not for a case and not for real but he's not prioritizing himself right now. They need to look out for Tara and then, Sam will explain the rest, and take care of Doctor Reid too if he needs it. The questions, the answers, and the interrogation. It's not his favorite thing to rehash but he's a man of his word.