He gripped his side as he pushed himself against the wall, his face twisted in an ugly pain as he tried to slow his erratic breathing. A slick feeling gathering over his hand spilling like death. He glanced at it, the blood rushing through his ears. He didn't even notice your panicking presence next to him until you placed a shaking hand on him, muttering your apologies, and it startled him. "I'll be fine," He growled out as the enemy advanced. There was no time for this.