Ella muttered under her breath, dragging an unsteady Finn along the corridors of the Bureau, past closed doors. “I shouldn’t have let you come. You need to eat, you’ve lost a lot of blood, and...” And Simon was dead, not that it was a valid excuse. She kept expecting to see him round the corner, a grin up to his ears, readying some new joke to tell her, to make her laugh. Gone. Her heart felt heavy like a stone. The elevator door opened and she hauled Finn inside. He stumbled and barely kept his feet. Dammit, he’d looked more or less okay before the meeting with Dave — or maybe she’d been too busy with her anger and sorrow to notice. She didn’t know skin could be so white. The blue-grey of his veins showed through in his cheeks and forehead. “Hang on.” She pushed him against the metal wall of the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor and the officers’ canteen. “You just need something warm in you.” A thought occurred to her. “When did you last eat?”
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