Sam winched, trying to move his legs. They wouldn't move. Nothing but the one arm wanted to work, and it was getting hard to breath. He coughed, and felt the blood pressing itself up his throat as he did so.
He gasped, trying to focus his eyes between them. "I can't feel my legs," he told them, not sure what else to say. Maybe it was the gunshots still ringing in his ears, but it was hard to focus on their voices.