Abigail could two distinct voices now. Jake trying to help her. And her father wanting her to give up. She did her best to only hear Jake. "Is okay." She whispered. The pain was bad, but she knew he needed to do it and it helped her to stay awake. "No. Throat sore. Fog..." She moved her hands to her neck, mimicking the way the fog had grabbed her. "Hard to breathe." She let her hands move down, over chest and stomach which ached from where she landed after the antlers. "Hurts too. Not as bad as back."