She'd been about to protest that she had little emotional capacity to argue with him about her clothes of all things; that their priority was to get out of this alive. But her eye had caught the thin pool of blood that had gathered in the water, and her stomach jolted.

The arm supporting her went weak and she leaned forward, her forehead coincidentally meeting his hand as she closed her eyes. No, no, this couldn't happen right now, she could not faint at the sight of blood. A cut on her own forehead was all well and fine; that she could tolerate, as it wasn't something that had dripped down into her vision.

He hadn't made a big deal of it, and neither should she, but the sight of the thin pool of blood around his leg seemed to be all the invitation that gravity needed to pull her downwards and further into him. Instead of the shipwreck, Ro found herself back in her family's house, the echoes of her family's screams sounding in her head as she looked down at her sister covered in her own blood. She could still smell it; metallic and acrid as it hung in the air, painting a garish picture. "I - I..." Her eyelids fluttered weakly and she reached a free hand out before everything went dark.

---