You'd be fine, people had a lot of blood in them so the large amount that you seemed to be coughing up right now couldn't have meant that much. Sure, you'd been coughing up large amounts of blood at a time for nearly two days now but you still had at least 4 and a half pints or something. His main concern right now was the set of elevated veins that seemed to be protruding from under your skin, inky black fluid flowing under your skin and red veins in your eyes gave you the appearance of someone severely sleeping deprived, but the veins in your neck? Those he had no justification for. Nor the small speckle of chitin textured spots that seemed to have appeared in further and further frequency as time went on. Nor were the small spines that had begun to protrude along your back and hips, the small claws at the tips of your fingers, your sharpened teeth. No real justification for any of that. An explanation yes, but no real reason why you of all people had to be suffering. With you hoisted on his back as he walked and attempted to try and find some place to rest while he waited for you to get better. If you ever did. You looked sickly. Jesus- no, if there were a Jesus or some higher power than they wouldn't have allowed this to go on. If Luis had still been there then he might've known some way to help you out. But Luis wasn't here. Leon was. Leon was laying your bleary and sweat slicked form down on the shabby remains of a cot as you whined. A trail of scales had begun to travel up the base of your chin and jaw and the muscle seemed to pulse as your teeth clicked together quietly in a fashion that he considered akin to chittering. You'd been with him on however many missions before this, saved hundreds, killed hundreds. You were reliable as hell. Though now you reminded him of a sick puppy that he'd had the misfortune of finding when he was a child. Whimpering and panting as you curled tightly around your legs, tucking them to your chest as he attempted to reassure you "You'll be okay. You'll be fine."