[It seemed to take forever, but Nick soon heard them return, his eyes flicking back open as he watched them approach. His breathing has quick, shallow. It hurt too much to breathe deeply. He was so tired.]
Hn... Took you long enough. [He gave a weak smile. There was no malice in his voice, just relief. He shifted a little as the doctor approached, pulling the blood-soaked cloth away from his chest, revealing the open wounds.]
I... Name's Nick. [He panted softly.] Mn, from Nevada... I was, was heading down south an'... Then I was here...