A hand. The hand was back again. He gripped it. Just to have something to hold onto. Just to have something real while everything else seemed to fall apart. The minutes passed in agony while life seemed to leave his body. Not that he had any of that left.
A female voice shook him out of his stupor again and he looked into Kristina's eyes. "I know... fuck, don't want to die," he wanted to tell her but the only thing he heard was the echo that fired right back into his head. There was no jaw he could move. No tongue that could form words and he was started to become to exhausted to even care.