It was hard to focus on whatever was happening around her with the overwhelming splitting headache she felt at first.  Feeling the pressure of something pressing down on top of her, she groaned as she tried to fight through the cloudy haze fogging her mind to shove the weight away.  There was resistance as she could barely make out a voice.  The weight suddenly lifting, Elizabeth caressed her throbbing head with one hand while struggling to sit up.  She could feel the blood dried on the side of her face.  Vision slowly starting to focus, she became more aware of her surroundings almost wishing that she hadn't when she saw the disheveled state of both her and the man in front of her.

Not wanting to think about what might have happened while she was unconscious or what would have happened if the conflict in the hall hadn't momentarily distracted Private Cole, Elizabeth couldn't help where her mind wandered and found herself fueled by a careless rage.  The woman yelled, shrieking as she managed to pick herself off the ground and charged directly towards him, her fingernails digging into his flesh so deep and tearing his skin as she dragged them down.  He yelled, slinging her off of him and throwing her against the wall like a ragdoll followed by a misogynistic string of profanity.  In his arrogance he ignored Elizabeth's presence, even when she threatened him by saying, “I'm going to kill you,” and tried to examine the injuries she'd left on his shoulders dragging down his back.

His underestimation of her working in her favor, it gave Elizabeth the precious few seconds she needed for her gaze to survey her surroundings.  Eyes landing on a long blunt object in the corner, she ran to pick it up.  Private Cole aimed the gun at her commanding that she put it down.  Taking the risk of getting shot, a decision he hadn't expected her to make, he fired at the last second and clipped her shoulder.  The adrenaline numbing the pain for now, she managed to take the swing and hit him in the jaw causing a dent in the metal.  Both of them dropping their weapons on impact, they clattered against the floor.  Both of them went scrambling for the gun at the same time.

Hearing the scuffle on the other side of the door, Erin closed an eye trying to peak through one of the holes left by one of the bullets.  She could see Elizabeth and Private Cole on the floor.  Though the woman was putting up a fight, the man was stronger and managed to pin her down beneath him.  “Hurry!” she yelled to the others with a frantic wave to usher them on.  “Lizzy, we're coming!”

The sound of Erin's voice catching her attention, Elizabeth's gaze flickered towards the door.  Her defense down for a few brief seconds, he took advantage of this to overpower her.  Feeling his strong hands grip around her neck, she tried to pry his hands away and gasp for air that wasn't coming.  There was a panic in her eyes as she thought for a moment his sinister face snarling down at her would be the last thing she ever saw.

Suddenly able to gasp for air in her burning lungs, she coughed as she rolled over onto her side.  Erin knelt beside her, hugging her in her arms.  It looked like she was about to cry.  Elizabeth hadn't seen what happened, but she noticed the splintered broken door and the others in the room squaring off against Private Cole.  Lifting a shaking arm, she enveloped Erin in her arms.  “It's okay,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.  She could see the doubt and concern on Erin's face and she wondered if lying to her was the best thing—because nothing was okay anymore.