Move. Move, move, he needed to get up and move- to cover the kid, to cover Greg, to get back to Wash who didn't RUN like he was supposed to, to stop this but he was a doctor, dammit, not a miracle worker and this wasn't something he could stop. Not when he was bruised and dazed and winded, not when all he could do was get his elbows under him just in time to see the first Nox bowl over Casey and the rest run for them.

He got a hand out. Tried to push but that cool, clean focus he needed just- wasn't there. All he could see was black, all he could hear were whispers and the subaudible whine of a ship breaking herself apart around him.

All he could hear was Marcus' voice and Khan's vicious chuckle.

Locked up like this he took the first blow right in the chest, a claw raking along his hand and wrist and this was it, he was done because he wasn't fucking good enough-

Then the air around them bellowed like an animal, a sharp crack of power that popped his ears and shredded the Nox on top of him. Shredded the next few sprinting for them, that cleared a path to Wash.

"...what the hell-"