You can't quite pinpoint how long ago the fight ended. You've been trying to count the minutes, hours, somehow. But it's getting harder. With your watch damaged you can't get back to HQ, and nobody can track you. The tourniquet you made for your arm slowed the bleeding there, but that shard firmly lodged between your stomach and your liver is steadily oozing blood. And you're getting cold. But he's looking for you. Yeah he's a jerk, but right now he's never been more determined, or concerned.