She's standing by the freezer door, watching, arms folded tightly around herself. Seth's still so pale, deep shadows like bruises under his eyes, but even worse than that is how still he's lying, all the animation and grace gone out of him. Bleeding out of him.

And it's another squeeze to the heart to watch Lorne with him, and she has to blink hard. He cares. He truly does.

"Can we," she says, "is there ... I don't know who to call. Can we get him a doctor?"