[His voice sharpens with the command, going into full doctor mode. There's fear there too which he pushes away, worried at what he might find under the rubble. Metal rods, debris, impalement. Fluid in his lungs. Crushed ribs. They flash in his mind and he pushes them away, too. He can do this.
But Luka is undoubtedly making it worse, wiggling around like that. Carter reaches up, cupping his face with both hands.]
I'm getting you out. Look at me. I am, okay?
[He keeps his hands there for a moment, holding his gaze.]
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[His voice sharpens with the command, going into full doctor mode. There's fear there too which he pushes away, worried at what he might find under the rubble. Metal rods, debris, impalement. Fluid in his lungs. Crushed ribs. They flash in his mind and he pushes them away, too. He can do this.
But Luka is undoubtedly making it worse, wiggling around like that. Carter reaches up, cupping his face with both hands.]
I'm getting you out. Look at me. I am, okay?
[He keeps his hands there for a moment, holding his gaze.]
Trust me. Let me work.