[For a moment, there's no response. But the sharp pressure on that bullet hole in his side is enough to jerk some consciousness back into him.

He wasn't expecting to wake up. He'd already willed himself to sleep. At first his brain decides that the jolt is his body refusing to let him go without further suffering. It hurts. Ithurtsithurts everything hurts and he's scared and he just wanted to black it out. He can't focus enough to recognise that someone else is there.

So when he takes a startled, gasping breath, the first thing he does with it is sob an agonized "no, don't--" and start to cry.]