Duncan opened his eyes again to look up at the man but saw no diamond tattoo and his hair was kept short. But he was still obviously a physician. He wondered how good the man was and some part of him hoped he wasn't very good. He knew enough to know that under most any other circumstance, that wound would be fatal. It should have been fatal. He'd meant to die, but it was starting to look like that was not his fate. Not today at least. And then the man was talking about getting him up on his feet...was he insane?
Again Duncan tried to stop the man from helping him but it was clear there would be no deterring him and once he felt himself being lifted he gave up fighting it. The movement pulled at his gut and he cried out in pain, one hand instinctively moving to cover his wound. He still didn't have the strength to hold enough pressure on the wound, but it was something at least. Somewhere in his mind his survival instinct had started to kick back in and Duncan was if not trying to help, he was at the very least no longer fighting the man's efforts to save his life. He still thought he was a lost cause, but at this point anything was possible.