James... James wasn't sure he was going to survive, and his left hand (mostly undamaged, short of a few scrapes and bruises) took hers just for the comfort of it. James felt a little bit like a child again, scared and uncertain, he couldn't imagine this feeling any worse than it did.
James slowly nodded. "Yeah. Alright." But he wasn't sure about it. There were black spots in his vision. "I don't know if I can stay awake." He admitted and squeezed at her hand.