He wiped a shaky hand across his forehead, leaving a trail of blood as he tried to think. He was losing consciousness which was quickly slapped away. His blue eyes adjusted looking at the pale blur that was her face trying to make it out. He wanted to just close his eyes.
"Iron in the back, second shelf..." He thought, he was losing the ability to think straight, not even sure why she was offering to help and not let him drown in his own blood.