cw: facial and hand injury, blood

[Ecks had been dozing, unaware of any remaining danger after they restrained Doctor Watson. The shouting roused her, dread filling her gut along with nausea. The hatchet is the weapon closest to hand and she grabs it up without thinking, sending crayons and stuffed animals flying from the bed as she sprints out the door and down the stairs. She has a split second to take in the scene, to see the blood, the not-blood, the knife stabbing toward the woman's throat --]

Stop.

[She speaks, but she doesn't pause to give Doctor Watson a chance to listen. Not knowing that the others have already done worse to him without garnering a reaction, she lowers the hatchet and charges forward to drive the relatively blunt top edge of the head hard into his kidney.]