She heard his voice, hazy and seemingly far away. Don't move. She didn't think she could move even if she wanted to. Her body was too heavy, even after the crushing weight was lifted from her, it was still hard to breath. Why? She'd been so sure if she could just get out from under the weight she would be fine. Just give it a minute maybe.
Sean's voice was comforting. To know that he was there somehow relaxed her. She'd just met him that night but he was the most familiar thing, person on the ship to her. His face danced in and out of focus and it was incredibly hard to keep her eyelids from sliding shut. But he wanted her to open them and he wanted her to talk to him and she wanted to give him that so he wouldn't be worried. She was the last person he should worry about. She was dying anyway. She should tell him. Don't waste the effort.
"Sean..." Her voice was hoarse and she reached to grab a handful of his shirt. Don't leave me. But those weren't the words she would voice. Now wasn't the time to be selfish. She could hear the cries of others who needed him.
A stab of pain reminded her of her side and if he would just do one thing for her before he left her. "Take it out," she breathed.