“Yes, through my binoculars I see him running all out from Iranian soldiers. The soldiers are firing at him. I see him stumble, but he gets up, keeps running. I want to protect him, but all we can do is cover him from our position on high ground, and now the soldiers see us and fire at us, too. He’s so close, I can see he’s heaving for breath, and then he’s hit and he stumbles to his knees. Mike is closest and he runs and picks Hashem up while we cover them, and Mike carries him behind a boulder. I run over to them.” She stiffened, shook her head, back and forth.

Dr. Hicks took her hand. “You’re safe here with us, Olivia, with me and Agent Savich. Nothing can hurt you. These are memories. They feel real, but they won’t hurt you. Don’t forget that.” Dr. Hicks nodded to Savich.

Savich said, “Olivia, I know you want to help Hashem, and you’re close to him and to Mike. Is Mike bending over him?”

“Yes, he’s pulled him onto his side, trying to stop the bleeding from his chest. I yell at Higgs and Andi to cover us. Andi wants to come over, but she can’t, she’s got to help Higgs.”

“But you’re there, next to Hashem?”

“Yes, both Mike and I are. I’m tearing off my sleeve so Mike can press it against the wound in Hashem’s chest. There’s so much dirt and shards from the rocks flying, and the noise, it’s deafening.”

“Can you hear what Hashem is saying to Mike?”

Olivia gasped, her head jerked back. Dr. Hicks squeezed her hand. She calmed.

“Hashem is whispering, ‘They betrayed me, they betrayed us.’