[It's first thing in the morning when Ginger sends out this post. This one isn't optimism. She's afraid, and in pain, and tipping at the edge of a precipice of panic. Charlie's with her, and she seems unable to stop her focus from flipping between him and her tablet screen. Her words are breathless, indicative of an irregular heartbeat.]

Hello? We're hurt--Charlie and me--and I'm really worried about everyone else out there. Please check in, let us know if you're hurt and how bad or if whatever was out there didn't get to you. And if you can offer any sort of help to anyone who needs it, if you're in any position to do that...

[Well, the rest is pretty self-explanatory, and she's having trouble getting her words across. Not that Ginger's ever been particularly eloquent.]

I think my arm is broken, and Charlie's is--his shoulder is dislocated.

Characters: Gregory House, Stephen Strange, Claire Temple, Ecks, Rhys, Angel
Location: Building 29
Date: Night 202
Summary: Traumatized by their exciting adventure in the snow, a bunch of people turn up at a shed where House made the mistake of staying put.
Warnings: Severe injury (face mutilation), blood, burns, frostbite, narcotics withdrawal, suicidal ideations, general discussion of psychological trauma

( I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory... )