*tries, really tries, to put some weight on his legs and wraps his good (good?) arm around your neck, momentarily gripping your shoulder (forgetting his hands)*
*gives a soft cry that grates his throat as fresh pain shoots up his arm* *stumbles a little, though to be sure, he's not much help with the standing as it is*
*tries to swallow and instantly regrets doing so (and can hardly think at all for the awful images shifting through his mind)* Water's...off. *his whisper sounding as frightened as a whisper can, as panic sets in and a wave of nausea turns his stomach* Water d- down th- eru.