I'm fine," he said. "Just a little woozy. Must not have gone in deep enough."I...

I'm fine," he said. "Just a little woozy. Must not have gone in deep enough."
I scanned the ridge, and I caught a flicker of light reflecting off metal.
"Sharpshooter," I whispered. "But you can't do that with tranq darts."
"These people can resurrect extinct supernatural races, Maya," Daniel whispered. "I think their technology goes a little beyond the norm."
"Right. Okay." I took a deep breath. "Follow me."
I started crawling through the brush. I'd gone only a few steps when I realized Daniel wasn't behind me. I turned to see him on his stomach, blinking hard.
"Nope," he said. "It went in deep enough."
I scrambled back to him.
"Go on, Maya," he said.
"No."
Ignoring his arguments, I tried to lift him, arm over my shoulders. When that failed, I tried dragging him from the bushes, pleading with him to help me, to just get himself a little ways away from where he'd fallen, just a little ways. But he was almost unconscious, fighting just to keep his head up.
"Go on, Maya," he said, words slurring. "Remember what we said. Only one has to get away."
"Then it'll have to be Rafe or Corey. I'm not leaving--"
"They got Rafe and Corey. You know they did. Go."
I shook my head. "I won't."
"One of us has to get away." He managed to look up at me, his eyes so unfocused I knew he couldn't see anything. "Please, Maya. Go."
He dropped then, a dead weight, falling on his side. I could hear a team coming.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'll make it up to you." I bent and kissed Daniel's cheek. Then I left.