*feels your jaw moving and is relieved (as relieved as he can possibly be, when you are scarcely alive at all) to hear scratchy wisps of words* *not that you're making much sense right now* *at least you're awake*
*is already on the phone as the Fountain staffers hurry away to their assigned tasks* *first to the Hammer(Ecthelion's down, one suspect sighted fleeing the Fountain, well over six feet tall, dark hair, looked like he'd sustained an abdominal wound), then to the Palace(Ecthelion's down, got a good look at the perp, Rôg's on it, redirect all calls to me), and then the Arch(Ecthelion's down, ambulance is on its way, if you've got any spare staff I could use them?)*
*in between calls, coaxes more nonsense out of you (stay conscious)(stay alive), the horrific details of your condition coming into nauseating focus each time he looks down* *and he can do nothing for you (or your shuddering or your swollen arm or your hands or your throat) except be here, be still, and force you to stay conscious (in agony)*
*turns his full attention back to you as Perry and Cass return with both towels and blankets* *thinks you'll probably do best to remain where you are; what little body heat he has to give is a far better prospect than the hard floor* *directs the two staffers to tuck a towel around your head, and the blankets around your body, and the fact that most of you is now concealed from view does nothing to relieve the growing fear that it's already too late, in some way*