In all honesty, that pain is beginning to grow so thick, so overwhelming, that Shiox is having trouble understanding the words spoken to him. Ryuuji's flat voice—no, not flat, there's a shake, and underneath it panic, guilt... Why? Why is Ryuuji so upset? He shouldn't be so scared, so... so....
“Clean. We can heal him.”
“A-ah....” Fresh pain. His body is being moved, and the wounds are burning, searing. Blinding pain. He's fairly certain his eyes are open, but his world is white, white, swimming...
Shiox gives a slow blink of his eyes, that white fading a bit, his hazy vision making out Varada's eyes looking down at him. Watery, frightened eyes. He's speaking to him. His energy... his energy is flowing within him, and that... that is such a relieving sensation. Even through the haze, Varada is right there with him. “V-varada, hehe... sweetie, I--” he begins, though is stopped short as a fresh, tight pain aches in his chest, suffocatingly tight. He gives a ragged cough, fresh blood forced up his throat, slipping from his lips. Heh... damn it.... Little hard to try to ease that fear in Varada's gaze if he can't even bloody speak.