[By the time his body starts to tell him that he needs to try to get away again no matter how futile it will be, his limbs aren't responding to his commands. He doesn't know if it's fear, blood loss, or a bit of both. Maybe part of it is the fact that this is Martha and she's never been anything but good to him.
She sits up and he notes with a detached sort of relief that he's still alive. Numb, sure, and colder than he knows he should be, but not dead.
He can't find the energy to tell her that it was about as unpleasant as he might have anticipated.]