Law's vaguely aware of being moved — but the sensations mix, memory and reality, and he blinks up at Cora, eyes looking at something that isn't there. He's barely breathing; not because of the wound, though. In fact, he barely seems to realize how badly he's hurt, or how badly it hurts.
Instead, he lifts his hand, grips Cora's wrist, his fingers slipping because of the blood.
"The corpses... I can't breathe," he says, barely more than a whisper. "If I die, do you think they'll burn me with them?"
(The part of his mind that is fully aware of what is happening is calmly cataloguing his state: lingering hallucinations, a wound that's barely missed his vital organs, deep enough to cause severe bleeding that's already leading to light-headedness; potentially life-threatening if not treated immediately. No chance of blood transfusion.
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Instead, he lifts his hand, grips Cora's wrist, his fingers slipping because of the blood.
"The corpses... I can't breathe," he says, barely more than a whisper. "If I die, do you think they'll burn me with them?"
(The part of his mind that is fully aware of what is happening is calmly cataloguing his state: lingering hallucinations, a wound that's barely missed his vital organs, deep enough to cause severe bleeding that's already leading to light-headedness; potentially life-threatening if not treated immediately. No chance of blood transfusion.
He needs to snap out of it, and fast.
If only he could just manage that.)