[ Maybe don't talk when he's trying to die... But maybe this is better; he tries to focus on Elliot's words instead of the dull pain of his chest that makes it hard to draw breath, and the sharper, more throbbing pain of his back and knees where they hit the ceiling and ground respectively.
It hurts, but his mind remains stubbornly detached from it all, mind floating somewhere between "I gave the order, so there's nothing to be sorry for" and "I wonder if there's any painkillers in that first aid kit?"
He doesn't move and doesn't open his eyes, but since he assumes Elliot can move and see- ]
...Am I bleeding? Any exposed bone?
[ If he's got head trauma or broken bones that he just can't feel, he's not going to risk moving. He looks fine? He's fine. Any bleeding may be internal but outwardly, he's fine. ]
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It hurts, but his mind remains stubbornly detached from it all, mind floating somewhere between "I gave the order, so there's nothing to be sorry for" and "I wonder if there's any painkillers in that first aid kit?"
He doesn't move and doesn't open his eyes, but since he assumes Elliot can move and see- ]
...Am I bleeding? Any exposed bone?
[ If he's got head trauma or broken bones that he just can't feel, he's not going to risk moving. He looks fine? He's fine. Any bleeding may be internal but outwardly, he's fine. ]