"I'm so sorry this happened," she says, having to swallow down a lump in her throat and resist the tears welling in her eyes. It hurts so badly to see him this way. She gently presses her fingers to his neck to feel for his pulse. It's rapid and weak, and his skin is so cold. Fuck, he's in shock.

Another SWAT member comes down the stairs. "Jesus," he breathes when he sees Ted.

Joan barks orders over her shoulder. "Go find blankets. Quick."

The ambulance is coming, but it might not come quickly enough. She has to get him warm immediately.

She pulls out her lockpick and makes quick work of the handcuff, moaning in distress at how mangled the skin on his wrist is.

"Ted, I need to take these wet clothes off you right away," she says, starting to pull up his sweater, trying to do it as carefully as possible, knowing that it will probably hurt him.