[ All Ashton can do is yell -- as best someone with a punctured lung can -- with his eyes were squeezed shut. He wasn't forming words so much as just being loud.
He was in pain. Immeasurable pain. His body was fighting to hang on at the same time the new blood fought to take control his system. It dug in to his chest and, if he had been aware, it would be a lot like he was catching on fire from the inside-out.
After a long cry, the visceral reaction suddenly ceased. He was still, his expression frozen in a strange calmness. It was almost as if his body had given up the ghost a second time tonight.