He wasn't waking up. Grey Wind was gone. Utter panic set in. Rey leaned forward and rested her head against his chest. His heart was still beating, but that didn't mean all that much in the grand scheme of things. She'd seen plenty of hearts keep beating, bodies keep walking, long after the mind had checked out completely. She hovered her cheek above his mouth and yes...still breathing.
"ROBB," she shouted, directly into his face and shook him again, but he might as well have been dead. In a fit of desperation, Rey pulled her hand back and she slapped him. Hard. Her hand left a greasy streak on his cheek.