*watches you struggle for a moment, blankly, as though he isn't quite processing* *you're moving (talking?) and he should stop you, but he can't seem to make his body understand, when every fiber of him is crumbling with pain and weakness and a black fog hovers too close around the edges*
*lets his head fall back with a gentle thd, wincing, dazed eyes rolling to the left* *gazes at Carol's chair and sees her there, just for an instant: small and terrified, gagged and threatened (another limit breached)*
*grits his teeth* *plants a hand on the floor and with slow, deliberate shifts in his weight, forces himself onto his knees, using his father's gun as a crutch* *grips the doorjamb tightly for a moment as the world darkens and wavers around him*