He hadn't realized that breathing could hurt so much, but it was, for the moment anyway, significantly better than the alternative of not breathing. He'd fully expected to be alone, wherever he was now. Everyone who'd known where he was had gone into that building too, and that list was pretty small. He didn't even know who'd pulled him out, or which side they were on, or which side had even won. He just knew he'd been alone when he was shot, and he expected to be alone now. There was a hand holding his though, and a voice, and... Roz.
"Hey." David smiled, and continued their trend of stating the blatantly obvious. "You're here."