Lungs

Keep running.

I'll catch you.

We poisoned the planet,

poisoned the air.

The survivors.

We faced a choice:

to stay human

or to give in to savagery.

I've done horrible things.

I don't know where to go.

I just know that I have to-

I have to get away from them.

Hey, you.

You dropped something.

Stay back!

Whoa! Easy.

I just want to help.

Are you real?

You're seeing things.

Wait.

I know you.

Stop!

Just go away! Please!

We need to get out of the open.

Come on!

I didn't mean to-

I can't-

Don't leave me!

I can't go back.

Wait!

Stay back! Stay back!

Are you one of them?

You gonna take my blood?

No, but one drop of this

and you'll be catatonic.

Fair play.

I just need lungs.

You're injured?

No. I'm seeing things.

Hearing voices.

Petroleum methylbenzene exposure.

It's a hell of a cocktail.

You a doctor?

Phlebotomist.

What the fuck is that?

I assist.

My brother's the doctor.

I can't pay.

We try to help people as long as-

Look, I need to

know I can trust you.

Don't leave me!

I'll catch you.

Breathe, breathe easy. Breathe easy.

You were out for a bit,

but your head should be clearing soon.

Okay?

I have absolutely no need for that.

We don't have very much to counteract

the toxicity you inhaled.

But I think-

I'm Abhay by the way.

Satchel.

Satchel, then.

You need an injection.

Ceftazidime.

It should fight infection and temporarily

stop your hallucinations

until we can manage a real transfusion.

Not my pitching arm.

That should do the trick for a while.

So you were going to kill me

with a baseball, huh?