Nick’s a night owl anyway, but it’s been nigh impossible for her to sleep more than an hour or so at a stretch since the warehouse. She hasn’t even bothered to try yet tonight, convinced that every single small creak of the old building is an Iteration sneaking in to capture her, so she’s wide awake and already heading for the living room by the time Will calls her name.

“Shit,” she says to the sight that greets her, then repeats the curse in rapid succession like a chant as she races toward Will and drops to her knees next to him, arms out to pull him up and support him. “Will! Will, stay with me - tell me what happened - where are you hurt?”