Desmond was sure that he could hear hoof-steps, but he wasn't sure that it wasn't just his disorientated mind in the moment. They stopped suddenly, and then there was a familiar voice.
Desmond smiled despite the blood pouring down his face, glad to see a friendly face, as blurry as it currently was.
"All right, Sean? What year is it, brother?" he asked of him, managing to sit up a little.