He grunts, and holds still. He can hear her, but everything is muddy and muffled in his head, and when it's not muddy and muffled it's buried under a white noise of aching parts.

It's another minute or so before he speaks again. "I need to make sure-" a breath, and another attempt "-I had a message to deliver. I need to make sure it made it. I need to get in contact with..."

Oh. Stab wounds. He did not miss you.