y-y-yoooou...
Don't- [She starts to say, crawling closer to his side on her knees. Her hands are immediately reaching out for his, the wound on his stomach with brows knitting. He's hurt-- badly, badly hurt-- but she's not ready to admit he's dying. Not for her, like this.] Don't get up, just relax.
Let me get... a look at that. [Her fingers curl around his, giving a gentle squeeze before gently attempting to slide under them.]