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Hurrying as much as he can without shaking Angela too much, Jack comes through the doors of the infirmary and places her gently on the nearest empty bed. It's brighter in here, and he brushes a few strands of hair out of Angie's eyes.

He almost asks Hank if he knows what drugs are in Angie's system, but stops himself, seeing the worried expression on Kim's face. Better if he asks Hank later, in private. He's not sure he wants Kim to hear the answer.

Angela has been losing herself to the drug combination in her system steadily.

"I...I can't..."

It's too hard.

Her eyes roll back into her head and her breath stops, her lips slightly parted, her body going completely slack.

His scanner goes off like an alarm

"She's in respiratory arrest! Jack, start breaths. Every two, stop and listen to see if there is any sound. Kim, here's my keys. Behind this monitor a drug cabinet, get me the hypospray marked Zefellin. Go!"

He tosses the keys to Kim and immediately moves Angela's head into position and places a stehtoscope on her shirt. He listens for breath sounds and curses as he hears none.

"Angie!" She can't help the scream, taking a step forward when she hears the alarm start. She can't push away her emotions and she stares for a moment at the scene, only lifting her hand to grab the keys on instinct.

The cold metal against her fingers brings her back to reality and she runs to the cabinet, the key missing the hole once because her hands keep trembling, but she gets it open and finds the hypospray.

She goes back to Hank and hands him the Zefellin, heart racing, unable to stop looking at Angie and her Dad performing CPR without the compressions and no...no...this can't...

As soon as Hank gives the order, Jack tilts Angela's chin up, pinches her nose shut and starts performing mouth-to-mouth, almost mechanically.

One. Two. Check for breathing.

He's had to perform CPR and mouth-to-mouth so many times in his work that he doesn't need to think about what to do; a good thing, as he can't think about anything right now, if he's going to keep the panic from taking over.

One. Two. Check for breathing.

Not think about the fact that this is his granddaughter.

One. Two. Check for breathing.

Not think about who did this to her, about the fact that he'd like to strangle Ramon, watch him desperately gasp for air.

One. Two. Check for breathing.

Definitely not think about the possibility that she might not make it.

One. Two. Check for breathing.

Melou... will just be over here. Watching. They all seem to know what they're doing and he's smart enough to stay the hell out of things like this when he doesn't have a clue what's going on.

He's a killer, not a healer.

Still, he's watching and listening. Very carefully. It's oddly fascinating.

Hank snatches the Zefellin and checks it slowly, making sure of it, setting it up, then pressing it against Angela's neck. The medicine courses into her system and he checks for her breath sounds witht he stethescope again.

Come on, Angela.... come on...

As the drug takes her system, she twitches a little, then draws in a breath, sputtering and coughing a little.

"What is it? What's going on? Where am I..."

Her voice is still so small.

HIs hand shakes very slightly as he strokes her forehead gently, somehow managing to keep his voice steady, reassuring. He has to keep it together for her, she's freaked out enough.

"You're in the infirmary at Milliways. It's all right, sweetheart, you're safe," he says, softly.

Kim steps closer to the bed and reaches out to hold onto Angie's hand. For her sake, she tries to smile. It's very much a failed attempt.

"Angie, baby, you're here with us and Hank and you're going to be okay," She whispers, holding back tears. She opens her mouth to say something else, but the words get lost and instead she gives her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Like Grandpa said -- you're safe now."

Melou approaches closer now, near the foot of the bed, but on the same side as Jack. He reaches a hand down absently, resting it gently on Angela's leg.

"Yeah, everything's all right now. You'll be fine." He doesn't sound as certain as he'd like, but he hates doing this sort of thing, especially with an audience.

She knows these people. She knows all of them. She just...can't really speak, right now.

She doesn't remember how she got here, why she was so frightened a moment ago, or what's gone on before.

But if they tell her she's safe, she's safe. And now...she's too tired to think anymore. She smiles briefly, but it doesn't stay long. "Okay."

And then she's asleep.

Hank snaps the scanner up, then nods, a slight smile on his face.

"She's asleep. Now, I can get to work. Lady and gentlemen, if you will give me a bit of room?"

He moves to her side and checks her vitals by hand, then runs a inch by inch scan with the scanner, from head to foot. His sweep takes in every inch. Then he stands by the monitor, pulling out equipment, and speaks, watching each of them as he sets up dual IV's

"She will be okay, but she is goingf to need extensive fluids nd nutrients and some medicine. She will need to be in here for at least a day, maybe as much as three, and then bed rest at home for at least two to three more days, at least. She needs quiet and calmness. Kim, have you any medical training?"

He is in doctor mode, excuse him if he skips a few steps.

Reluctantly, Kim gives him the room, but she has her arms folded over her chest and is watching Angie carefully.

'She'll be okay.'

She's startled by the question, "No -- I-I've taken care of my Dad and I can Heal very minor..."

Jack looks up from watching Angie, making sure she's sleeping peacefully. "I do, Hank." Of course most of his training had focussed on emergency, in-the-field type of situations, but if he can handle those...

Hank grins just a bit.

"Ah, well, this requires a lady's touch. Kim, I need you to do something. As you can see, Angela is vcery... dirty and while the scanners dont show anything else wrong, her condition will affect her. I have the water and soap and material needed, but will you give her a bed bath? I think she would prefer it if you did it. I can give you instruction on the medical points of it, before you start."

"Meanwhile, Jack and this young man can help me outside the privacy curtain to bring another bed closer and bring some chairs nearby." I assume one or more of you might want to stay."

"I can do that," she reaches out and touches Angie's shoulder, watching her breathe. "They didn't --," she swallows, trying to get out the words, "touch her, did they?"

Melou, silent again, nodded when the medic suggested letting Kim look after Angela, and he help them arrange for people to stay. Because he's not leaving, that's for sure.

But his head snaps up at Kim's question, eyes angry. "They did, they're dead."

He glances at Angie, somewhat saddened by the fact that he knows what to look for. Her clothes seem to be in order, her arms unbruised. There's always the chance that she'd been drugged--no, he's not going to think about that. Considering that possiblity would only make him turn around, find Ramon in the bar right now and kill him with his bare hands.

"I don't think so, sweetheart. We'll step out, let you have some privacy. Hank, can I talk to you in private for a minute?" he asks, stepping outside the privacy curtain.

Hank nods, and he copnfers with Kim for a moment, handing her the scissors to cut away Angela's clothes and the sponges and gentle cloths for her skin. He gives her two tubs and shows her how to make the monitor give water both hot and cold and then he nods.

"You will do fine."

He steps outside the area and draws the curtain all the way around the bed area, then turns to Jack.

Jack lowers his voice, stepping away from the curatin so Kim can't overhear.

"Can you tell what kind of drugs she was given?"

"She has Rohypnol and Valium in her system, in large enough amounts that she has to have been given them steadily for days. Whoever did this wanted her completely unable to think or function."

It may surprise Hank to see Jack relax a little at that, but knowing Ramon, it could have been worse. Much worse.

"Okay. Were there any signs of...anything other than you mentioned in there?" he asks.

He shakes his head firmly.

"The scan made sure there was none. She was not assaulted, nor molested in any way. Whoever did this was very careful to keep her healthy, but out of it. It was a mind game."

Jack taks a deep breath, trying keep all his emotions at bay for the moment. He can deal with them later, particularly the anger bubbling inside him whe he thinks of how Angie's been treated.

"Okay. Thanks, Hank."

Hank nods, watching him.

"Go, be with your daughter, when Kim is done. Right now, she needs quiet and rest most of all, and to not feel alone, even if she is out cold. And... you might see about asking one of the counselors here to talk to her."

"Yeah, I know someone who might be able to help. I think Angela has met him already." He has no intention of leaving her, though there are a few things he needs to do; get Narcissa Malfoy out of the cells, for one.

"I have to take care of a couple things but I'll be back. If I'm not back by the time Kim's done could you let her know?"

"Of course."

Hank nods.

"Do what you need to do."

"Thanks, Hank," Jack says with a small, grateful smile, and with one glance at the curtain, heads out of the infirmary and toward the Security office.