But they came here instead of going back to base, or a military hospital. Or even a civilian one. Things are still hot, then. She knows that Carver got tapped for something stateside, something dangerous. She wasn't invited to the briefing but it's not hard to guess things went wrong. He's hurt bad.

So is Pope.

She comes back with a bottle of Gatorade and presses it into Pope's hand before he can argue. "Drink," she orders. "Sir."

She crouches down, touching Carver's forehead briefly, and then she gets an IV into him.