He recognized it, and as insane as this world had been to him, the scenery was comforting just then. As was the company. He laid down on his back, the only surely uninjured part of him, before he heaved a sigh. "Gimme a second." He needed to breathe fresh air, remind himself that he was alive. Well, he was in pain, that was a clear indicator. If he was dead, pain wouldn't be a problem.
He shook his head. "Know anyone willin' do help oud?" Goddamnit. Stupid tongue. Anyone good enough to fix me up? No internal bleeding, he stopped cutting that deep when I stopped healing. Anyone, Chere, anywhere. So long as we can go soon. I'm not gunna die on you, but I'm in no mood to pass out again, neither.