"Law!" he shouts, jerked right into that state of panic. He can easily finish Law's sentence in his mind - both of them, but more concerningly, the first. If he's out, he might not wake up again. Might not make it.

The antiseptic trick won't work a second time since Law already dumped the whole thing onto himself. Shaking him by the shoulders seems like a horrible idea that will just make all of this worse. So he settles instead for pushing his hat aside so he can grip a fistful of black hair and pull his head back up straight, hard enough so it probably stings. He can't bring himself to slap him but hell, that'll be the next thing if this doesn't work. And if that fails, maybe he can finish the stitching himself - he's sure had to do that for his own injuries before, though his hands are far clumsier than Law's.

"Law, wake up. You have to stay with me," he pleads.