Kat's voice seemed to break through some of the fog and confusion in Richie's mind and, though it took a moment, he pulled himself back to the surface.
"Mom?" he whimpered softly, tears dripping down his face again as he opened his eyes, looking up to her with a slightly unfocused gaze. "'m sorry." he cried softly, words weak and slurring together. He tried to move closer but the movement pulled at the cuts and he just let out a soft cry of pain before letting himself fall back to the floor, reaching with one hand instead. He wanted to touch her, know she was real and there to help, but it felt like he was still stuck in the tar, his limbs not working right, body wracked with pain if he tried to do too much.